Crimson and Emerald
The sun that day dawned bright and red
And crimson 'pon the sky it bled
And softly melted on the leaves
That rustled in the morning breeze:
A breath of air 'twere, forsooth,
Naught but a puff – I speak the truth! –
Winding through an em'rald forest
'Neath the red sun passing o'er us.
This wind blew past a handsome man,
Lean as a willow and nut-brown tan;
By his hip there hung a blade,
A loyal friend, for it was made
Of Spanish steel and would not break
'Gainst the attacks his foes would make.
Beneath dark locks his eyes were keen
And like his clothes they shone leaf-green.
Though young, this man had done much good,
For 'twas the outlaw Robin Hood.
A/N: First off, I'd like to thank my dad for suggesting a title for this poem. This poem was originally an English assignment - we had to write an eighteen-line poem in iambic tetrameter - and this is what came out. I would be honored if you'd let me know what you think of it!