THE LEGEND.....
By Davey Rootbeer
As I advanced the ancient stair,
Evil voices called 'BEWARE'!
'Have I courage nuff to dare?'
Shouted I,
twas a lie.
Silence echoed my response.
The haughty racket of silence, and nothing more.
'Now ye must commence' I muttered,
'Thou hast not good intents' they uttered,
Neverless, shrouding shadow I puttered,
Puttered toward the chain-linked door.
'Among the multitude of ages,
Yon sword sealed within by sages,
twere wise, protective mages,
From whose magic it was forged.'
Thus wrote the placard upon the door.
Reading this I merely shrugged, and pried open thine door.
Said I: 'tis but a legend, a forgotten tale of yore.
Only this, and nothing more.'
As I hastened, stomach turning,
Whil'st my precious cull was yearning,
Yearning to drink from power.
Power from yon master sword.
Luck herself had wandered aft,
As I fingered guilded shaft.
Blade and hand begun to graft,
And power, horrible power rose inside me like none before.
A quick tug against the hilt,
And ancient steel began its tilt.
Then light, blue light emerged from nil,
And I unsheathed yon master sword.
As I stood there, quite unyielding
To the power I was wielding,
My screams echoed through the ceiling,
Reverberating to the floor.
-Then silence, deadly silence.
Nothing more
I speak to thou as a spirit wandering,
Many nights Ive spent pondering,
Pondering the intricacies of yon sword.
My mortal shell is wrecked with haunting,
As holy sword returns undaunting,
Returns to it's pedestal to spend forevermore.
The sleep of it shall be eternal,
Curse then, my thoughts infernal!
Thou shalt be tempted and FRAUGHT!
Fraught with yon master sword!
Sleeping forevermore...
By Davey Rootbeer
As I advanced the ancient stair,
Evil voices called 'BEWARE'!
'Have I courage nuff to dare?'
Shouted I,
twas a lie.
Silence echoed my response.
The haughty racket of silence, and nothing more.
'Now ye must commence' I muttered,
'Thou hast not good intents' they uttered,
Neverless, shrouding shadow I puttered,
Puttered toward the chain-linked door.
'Among the multitude of ages,
Yon sword sealed within by sages,
twere wise, protective mages,
From whose magic it was forged.'
Thus wrote the placard upon the door.
Reading this I merely shrugged, and pried open thine door.
Said I: 'tis but a legend, a forgotten tale of yore.
Only this, and nothing more.'
As I hastened, stomach turning,
Whil'st my precious cull was yearning,
Yearning to drink from power.
Power from yon master sword.
Luck herself had wandered aft,
As I fingered guilded shaft.
Blade and hand begun to graft,
And power, horrible power rose inside me like none before.
A quick tug against the hilt,
And ancient steel began its tilt.
Then light, blue light emerged from nil,
And I unsheathed yon master sword.
As I stood there, quite unyielding
To the power I was wielding,
My screams echoed through the ceiling,
Reverberating to the floor.
-Then silence, deadly silence.
Nothing more
I speak to thou as a spirit wandering,
Many nights Ive spent pondering,
Pondering the intricacies of yon sword.
My mortal shell is wrecked with haunting,
As holy sword returns undaunting,
Returns to it's pedestal to spend forevermore.
The sleep of it shall be eternal,
Curse then, my thoughts infernal!
Thou shalt be tempted and FRAUGHT!
Fraught with yon master sword!
Sleeping forevermore...