A Random Poem...
Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 10:50 pm
A few minutes ago, since I had nothing else to do, I decided to write a poem based off the desktop picture on out computer. And here it is.
The hooves beat dark on the iron path;
The gleaming fire a challenge called.
The mountains rose with evil wrath,
And quickly round the hero walled.
The gleaming sword shone, twisted white;
The clouds dropped, thick, and met the ground;
The warrior glowed with spotless light;
The deadly black fog crowded ’round.
Then from the haze came cinders hot,
And blazing came a fire-stream.
The hero stood, and drew back not,
Despite the deathly dragon-scream.
The black claws ripped sharp boulders down,
The black wings seemed to touch the sky
(The mountains watched with callous frown):
The monster came with flame-red eye.
The teeth snapped holes through smoke and mist,
The warrior lightly stepped aside;
The dragon turned and growled and hissed
(For dragons greatly guard their pride.)
Then as the beast quick lashed his tail,
The sword took charge and made a stroke,
And slashed through hide of dragon-maille—
But sparks, not blood, came where hide broke.
The hero drew back quick, for when
He’d lunged, the monster’s cold steel claws
Had torn him, too. The dragon then
Rose, hideous, with open jaws.
As on and on went awful fight,
The beast lost many armored scales;
And as drew near the end of night,
From its throat came frightened wails.
With one last gush of blazing breath,
The dragon fell at break of morn;
Down in the gorge he lay, cold death.
Victorious was the Unicorn!
This was the desktop, by the way.
The hooves beat dark on the iron path;
The gleaming fire a challenge called.
The mountains rose with evil wrath,
And quickly round the hero walled.
The gleaming sword shone, twisted white;
The clouds dropped, thick, and met the ground;
The warrior glowed with spotless light;
The deadly black fog crowded ’round.
Then from the haze came cinders hot,
And blazing came a fire-stream.
The hero stood, and drew back not,
Despite the deathly dragon-scream.
The black claws ripped sharp boulders down,
The black wings seemed to touch the sky
(The mountains watched with callous frown):
The monster came with flame-red eye.
The teeth snapped holes through smoke and mist,
The warrior lightly stepped aside;
The dragon turned and growled and hissed
(For dragons greatly guard their pride.)
Then as the beast quick lashed his tail,
The sword took charge and made a stroke,
And slashed through hide of dragon-maille—
But sparks, not blood, came where hide broke.
The hero drew back quick, for when
He’d lunged, the monster’s cold steel claws
Had torn him, too. The dragon then
Rose, hideous, with open jaws.
As on and on went awful fight,
The beast lost many armored scales;
And as drew near the end of night,
From its throat came frightened wails.
With one last gush of blazing breath,
The dragon fell at break of morn;
Down in the gorge he lay, cold death.
Victorious was the Unicorn!
This was the desktop, by the way.