Poem-y thing.

Project I did for school.They thought it was pretty good so I guess I just wanted to post it up here for the fun of it. Hopefully it’ll be appreciated ^^v;

Ashes ‘neath her feed in the dark, lone cave,
She holds herself up, on her robe a bloodstain,
“You may have me beast, but you shall never win!”
“Hush now woman and let your enflaming begin!”
The dragon stepped closer, as the princess stepped back,
Her heart racing, now awaiting the dragon’s fierce attack.

“I warn you dragon, my kingdom will come to avenge me upon news of my death!”
“You’re not at a position to threat, young Queen surely you jest.”
“Do you not hear me?! Your life is at stake!”
“My apologizes princess I am wondering whether to broil, or bake.” He says with a wince and a devilish smile.

Overhearing this conversation a man from thy Kingdom of Nyle. He looked to the scene and thought for a while.
“This girl is beautiful, she’s covered in gold! Yet she is cursed to this dungeon of darkness and mold. Oh well, I can’t help her, I’m too much of a twit, this isn’t the fight of Valance the bandit.”

“The Prince of Thieves, denying a quest? Surely, you have not thought this through just yet. She is covered with blood and jewels in her crown! You cannot honestly consider just turning around. I beg of you master! Seek this through, she requires your help; I’m begging you!”

“Let some knight do it, or one of these fighters.”
“I’m sure they’d melt at the sight of that lighter!”
The bandit sighed and with one large huge grin, he looked to the pig and said, “Alright you win. But the girls not the prize it’ll be some gold or gin.”

So the bandit ran fourth into the cave with the small little pig. The white spotted black one with the step in his jig. “Go get him Master!” The pig yelled when they arrived. To the princess herself in awe and surprise.

“Okay, let’s go it’s just you and me. If I win you set that princess free!”
“Very well then,” The dragon replied. “A feast is what I yearn. If you should lose, I receive your flesh in return!”
The battle went on with neither side giving in, but suddenly the hero was struck in the shin. He kneeled down and looked at it for a sec, later to find out the dragon was a wreck! The dragon was panting with fury in his voice, he could not continue, he gave up, with no choice. The bandit took with him the princess in gold once out of the cave the story became unfold. They began to love one another and spent no time apart. Their love for each other was a beautiful work of art. This Prince of Thieves became King of the land; he waved to the crowd with his Queen holding his right hand. Moreover, what became of the bright young pig you ask? He was the new Prince with gin in a flask.

Fin.

2 thoughts on “Poem-y thing.”

  1. I’m sorry to rain on your parade, but this completely IRRELEVANT. Blog this in MySpace, Hi5, Zorpia, or whatever.

    Just. Don’t. Fill. This. Last. Sanctuary. Of. Maple. With. Incessant. Crap.

    Fin

  2. It’s not crap. It’s quite funny, actually.

    And if you really want, we can squint a little, and pretend all those ‘bandit’s and ‘fighters’ mentioned inside have relevance to Maple.

    Wish you organised it into stanzas, though.

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