Author's Note: This is, obviously, a poem about one of my favorite legends of all time, Robin Hood. But it also has several other deeper meanings. There's an analogy to every day life and another one to my boyfriend, which I'm not quite sure he understands, but that's not what's important, is it?

Disclaimer: I do not own the story of Robin Hood. . . and I really have no idea who does. . . but this poem is only a dedication to the beloved legend.

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Of Robin Hood

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In darkness dwell

a mighty swell

of stark and greedy things,

But in the forest

there lives a chorus

of those that earnith wings.

Hearken to them

impoverished Englishmen

to they of chivalrous souls,

That roguish mind

doth seek to find

a way to ignite the coals.

A feather of red

his brow doth sped

the leader of the fray,

With honor and valór

he pilfered riches galóre

and dispersed them all away.

That merciless prince

condemned the peasantry since

their heart and soul he taxed,

With steel fire he strove

to exploit all that wove

innocence and nativity maxed.

He that is good

would never have stood

for one which such autocracy brings,

He robs the rich

and aids the poor

of Robin Hood she sings.