Martin's Past
Most creatures of the Abbey know,
That he was strong and brave.
But before that time,
He was but a simple slave.
Badrang the Tyrant tied him up,
Which started his adventure.
During a storm he met a mouse,
Who set his heart aflutter.
With friends Felldoh and Brome,
Martin had escaped.
And found he was rescued,
By the prettiest maid.
Vowing to take the sword of Luke,
The reckless mouse set out,
To gather troops from all the lands,
To rid them of the Tyrant.
All friends he met upon his way,
Were very true indeed.
At the battle of Marshank,
They came at certain time of need.
Fulfilling his old vow,
Martin had left his friends.
Because the pretty mousemaid Rose,
Was sent,
To Dark Forest Gate.
Starting his life anew,
The warrior travelled away.
To take on his fate,
Never to return,
To his friends any day.
Second poem, up!