I wrote this to enter the Playerpoems.com a while back hosted by Bods "R" Us but didn't win :/ oh well I thought it was good.

The Dreadhorn

By: The Poetic Harelyquinn

My hunting party came to me speaking of a creature.
The dreadhorn they called and I was surely up for adventure.
I dashed of to Ilshnar danced in the fairy light but couldn’t make the transition.
They said to me, go speak with Calendor, the Keeper of Tradition.

Running through the desert, dodging all the changelings.
Going to kill those stupid dryads with all their little calmings.
At the end of the desert I was greeted by a Gnaw.
I killed the little blue dog, ripped his fang from his jaw.

Said I would kill the Irk, and was told I was insane.
Slain the little changeling, and from its skull withdrew a brain.
Next I killed a spider that was as easy as cake and milk.
I reached into Lady Lissith spinnerets, to take her lovely silk.

Ran like hell, cast invis, threw my mare in just for kicks.
Within no time I was cutting 1 of 8 eye out from the Lady Sabrix.
Hurried for the Cotton, ran from a Dire.
While in the sand running through went ahead and picked up the Briar.

Got all the items, dropped them on the statue, hoping I have the insurance gold.
Ported over to the island and the dreadhorn we behold.
Sent in my pet, and the dreadhorn would soon be done.
My Rune Beetle, smacked, he cracked, he had lots of dreadhorn fun.

Fell to the ground the pony went down.
In our glory the dreadhorn had been drown.
Victory was ours for the taking, as we looked at the beast oh so dead.
I even walked away with the Dreadhorn’s pretty mounted head.