In times of confusion
and chaos and war
Heroes rise up, or just
get born
But for every legend
and for every myth
There are dozens with
tales more forlorn.
When Achrom the
Abominable, the scum
Had drained all the
cosmos of light
Except for that guarded
in the royal citadel
(Pre-Ministry), things
were blight.
And Odo was threatened
by Achrom, as well.
Not directly, but north
and west
Of his residence lived
a minion who scared
Poor Odo till he could
not rest.
He lived in that fear
until one day, propelled
By a force that felt
bigger than him
He left all he knew and
marched north to his fate
Following a fancy or
whim.
He passed up that bully
and kept on his path
Until on the horizon,
quite tall
He saw the outline of a
tower with power
To destroy Achrom once
and for all.
But Achrom was wise,
and had seen through that plot
And so he presented a
second
Tower which threatened
the citadel, looming
Next to the first, but
Odo reckoned
He was stronger than he
seemed, for after all, he
Hadn't let that bully
destroy
Him, so he veered right
and he charged at that tower
With the carefreeness
of a young boy.
He spit at the tower
until it dissolved
And its rubble was left
on the ground.
Despite all its might,
when approached in the right
Way it was structurally
unsound.
Achrom let that be, and
convinced the bully
Near Odo, since Odo had
moved north
To head south next to
Odo's old land, and so
He immediately set
forth.
Odo ignored that, and
continued his trek.
He could have killed a
bully that
Could just have killed
him, but instead moved so they
Stood side by side,
though didn't chat.
The plan once again was
in action to stop
Achrom from completing
his plot.
But he knew that trick
was an option and worked
So an option it would
be not.
He recruited to his
side a bishop, a man
Who had formerly worked
for a church
And sent him southwest,
to a place where he could
Make the color
guardians all lurch
Until Odo moved on.
Once again north and west
Of him a bully stood.
This time
Odo charged and
assaulted him. In times of peace
The attack would be
ruled as a crime.
But it was a war, and
Achrom struck back.
Whatever he did didn't
matter
Since Odo again moved
northwest, and began
To torment and torture
and batter
A knight of Achrom's,
until at last he stood
As far north as anyone
could go.
The defenders applauded
so much, you'd think Odo
Had starred in an
excellent show.
"You've done it!"
the citadel shouted to him.
"Now pick up that
crown there, and rule
Alongside the king, as
the queen of the world!"
But Odo thought that
was uncool.
"I'm a man!" he
retorted. "And that should be obvious!
For those of you that
haven't seen:
There is no way, I'm
telling you, not in a blue moon
That I would be a
willing queen."
"You have to, great
Odo! It will destroy Achrom!
Or possibly, would you
prefer
To become a bishop?"
"If I have no other
Choices open to me,
then sure."
So he was ordained then
and there. Achrom gone
He could return to his
life. But
His life was a bishop's
now, and he was forced
To follow precise
paths, and strut
Only in places like the
one where he was
And his home, alas, was
no such place.
So he went through
formalities, and was a failure.
He muddled a prayer or
grace
So many times that he
quit early on,
Absentmindedly dashed
off a will,
And miscast a spell
that shattered a mirror
Although its intent was
to kill.
He tried it again, and
aimed at the shards,
And this time it reflected back
Which was his intent.
He died quickly: there
Was no visible sign of
attack.
The press had a field
day, the mourners filled up
A Quidditch pitch unto
the brim.
For Odo there were
eulogies aplenty
Until the sun set,
light went dim,
And Odo the hero, they
bore him back home
To the place that he'd
known as a lad
They laid him to rest
with his hat inside out,
And his wand snapped in
two, which was sad.
Which was all that he
wanted, from back in the day.
The bully was gone,
Achrom too.
Odo rested in peace, I
assume although I
Don't really know how
it ends. Do you?