The Beast of B'rudé

Wandering through the plains of B'Rudé In search of the town's lost gatekeeper We stumbled upon an imposing shrub feature Guarded by a swarthy red brute A menacing beast wielding dual blades of bloodshed Two horns and a cliched snout piercing We wave for distraction and magically charm him And then we get ready to loot Round and round we walk Into his maze Always turning left That's the right way A spiraling path that leads to a treasure The minotaur's most prized possessions And as we grow closer we imagine his riches A mountain of gold... maybe two Round and round we walk Into his maze Always turning left That's the right way On and on we trudge Bushes for days Curving in we search Hoping for Rolf And maybe some treasure We find he's a kind-hearted creature A sentimental foe His teddy-bull, his drawing, and his guardian tree We each shed a tear and go