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Mistermafio -> RE: Mistermafio's Poetry (8/27/2010 8:56:15)
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The Wise Red-Haired King
It is a dreary night,
in the village by the coast.
The woman and children sleep,
while the men drink, eat, and boast.
Cries of joy,
of anger,
and occasionally cries of pain
rise up in the air.
As the men tell another story,
of another hero,
and another beast he's slain.
Thunder crackles in the distance,
and the men jump up in fear.
"There's a dragon in the mountains!"
"We hear! We hear!"
Again the thunder crackles.
"There's a dragon in the mountains!
And it's coming here!"
"It's near! It's near!"
The men jump up from around the fire,
alcohol is flung aside.
One man grabs the nearest weapon;
"It's time this monster died!"
A joyous cry is quickly cut,
by another deafening sound.
And the once so brave men,
sheepishly look around.
Meekly holding their spears and shields,
not one daring to move.
Suddenly a voice calls out,
from the edge of town.
"I will go and slay the dragon,
I will travel into the mountains
and make him go away.
But in return I want but one thing,
the right to simply stay."
A strange man walks into the warrior's circle.
he looks weak,
and barely fed.
He has no muscles,
no weapons,
and his hair is the strangest shade of red.
The men laugh,
but their joy is cut short by another crack.
"Alright, stranger.
You'll get your chance.
Go kill the dragon,
and you'll get everything you want,
if you come back."
The strange man smiles,
and makes a slight bow.
"Thank you for this opportunity,
I won't disappoint you now."
He looks at the men,
and at the weapons in their hands.
Smiles, nods his head,
and leaves.
Early the next morning,
the red-haired man returns.
Covered in blood and scratches,
and his hair slightly burned.
He looks around the village,
and the men look back at him.
And right there, that very second,
they declare him king.
The wise red-haired king,
of the village by the coast.
Who knew about thunder,
who knew about make-up,
and who knew how to boast.
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