A/N: PLEASE READ THIS FIRST!
Okay, hopefully that got your attention! This is just a little bunny that has refused to die. I recently had to write an Anglo-Saxon style poem for my History of the English Language class, and I've been wanted to do something similar for spaceanjl's "The Paladin Protocol" ever since!
Just a couple basic, basic things:
--Anglo-Saxon poems didn't really rhyme, they were more about alliteration. Usually four of the stressed syllables in a line had to alliterate (this doesn't always work out, especially nowadays!). All vowels can alliterate with each other.
--The lines had a space in the middle called a caesura. I'm just throwing this in here because otherwise this might look a little weird.
This isn't exactly a fabulous example of this kind of poetry, but I hope you still like it.
This one goes out to spaceanjl in honor of her amazing story!
Sheldon Cooper, Ph.D. and full-time Knight
Deviation from daily direction, dubiously doubting a fun day,
Turns to tantalizing trek into true knighthood.
Sheldor and his sovereign Queen P salaciously slicing,
Eradicating enemies, eviscerating evil elves.
Former friends failing in fulfilling faith for fun,
Leonard, Howard, and Raj falling as fairy fodder.
Once more into the breach, bravado brightly blazing,
Lady and Knight, loyal to the last,
Fend off the fiends, as the "fodder" flees the fray.
As dear lady descends into darkness,
One single sight of sword-wielding Sheldor
She sees before silence o'er-sweeps.
Defending his darling to the death,
The Knight to knees falls, near done in.
Legions of Light win the long-fought day,
Hand held out, Sheldor helps his Queen
Stand steady, sweat steadily streaming.
Quickly canning cognizance, Queen kisses Conqueror
And all around arises a great shout.
Knight and Queen hear naught
But long-quiet gears at last clicking into place.