My Writing
Epic
It was brillig, dew had formed already
and dusk was fast approaching.
The golem was on his task
and it would be done before dawn.
Grunts of cold air errupt and stompy
feet imprint loose soild, he's
coming for her.
Gwydolencia, princess of Darubula
was his bounty, hunting her
consumed his mind and soul,
questing against other quests.
Thirteen times he'd trided to trap her
and all of them failed fast.
Fellow monsters mocked him more
than he had ever known,
if he could capture Gwyn
then he would own the throne.
Zero chance he had in Hell,
but now on Earth it rose a bit
to just above the average hit
and now Bo'she would win and
prove to all the fiends he
lived with in the holes of Hell.
Gwyndolencia! he cried. I'm
coming for you now. Fourteen
times? You're not serious,
are you beast? Yes!!!
Through the gates he
road on a glowing bird
of fire, spires flew and felled
the guards and he grabbed
an unsinged man and bit his
head clean off. Good snack,
to appetize and whet. Soon
she would be his.
Through the knights and
wizard and even the bard,
he continued until all that
were left alive in the castle
were he and his to-be bride.
As she stood before her he
hesitated momentarily. Triumph
was before him, but what
after? What would he do
after the celebration feasts and
after all the fun, now that his goal
in life was won? No, not
today. Fourteen was not
enough, he hoped at least
ten more. The journey and
the thrill were what he
craved deep down, and so
he left her by herself to
rebuild her great town.
He would return some day,
so warn your daughters well
because I'll be here first
after I leave Hell.