This is the first of a series of poems which all share two features: One, I will publish the lot as an e-book when the series is complete, with an extra poem, by which time I will hopefully have worked out the logistics of publishing an e-book.
Two, and more importantly, each of these poems is a riddle. The answer to each riddle can be found in medieval bestiaries: As the title suggests, a mythological creature from either Greco-Roman mythology or medieval legends. I did consider going for more far-flung creatures, but those two together added up to a round fifty, which seemed like a nice number to stop at.
Besides, it would make Riddle #51 harder if these weren't all of a type.
Anyway, our first riddle is something of a easy one, to get you started.
Worm of dread,
Worm of fire,
Worm of death,
They call me.
Appease me with a maiden,
And I’ll boil her for soup.
Send a knight to fight me,
And I’ll roast him in his tin.
I am stronger far than any man,
My scales shine in the firelight,
My horde is worth whole kingdoms,
And my claws and teeth are sharp.
What am I?
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