POETRY POCKET

The spell of love binding II:Hero in gold


This is the story of Bard called Bard

The saviour of the city who found to sleep so hard.

The witch was long dust

And all her evil magic gone

But she left one thing behind

 And that was a magical song.

Rumour had it that if sung

 It could turn any substance in to gold

And the people of that city

 Always believed what they were told.

Many people pursued it but never came back,

Still more went after it

Wanting more though they did not lack.

A hero, Onoculus, had a

 Theory; that the witch left clues behind

He searched high and

Low but not a clue did he find.

Then one day he searched

 The witch’s castle once more

An found something lying on the floor.

It was a book, a big book, dusty, torn, an old,

The cover was hard and thick and it was heavy to hold.

He opened the book an

 On its own accord it slam shut,

This book could guard itself against

 Impostors and it left him with a cut.

Onoculus tried again – he refused

 To be thwarted by a book

 then suddenly the foundation

 Of the castle shook.

He heard a menacing voice

 Speak; it was horrible and made him twitch.

It was the voice of the evil gone witch:

“Opening the book is futile your heart is vain

Try one more time an you will be slain!

There is only one that can break this spell

And if you can’t find him your quest you will fail!

Onoculus thought and thought very hard

An then he remembered the great poet called Bard.

Onoculus travelled to the city’s centre

On a hill where bard had built his home,

He spoke to bard an convinced him that

 On this journey he would not be alone. That same day they went to the witch’s

Castle to seize the book and run

But like a lot of things it was never that

 Easy an a dragon burnt Bard’s bum.

Bard was infuriated, angry an annoyed

Onoculus protected only himself

A shield he employed.

Onoculus chopped off the dragons head

Spilling the blood gooey and red.

Bard picked up the witch’s book

Opened it, had a glance and a look.

He flicked through the pages One after the other.

Found a song, thought it was the one an then found another.

Bard was confused, he didn’t know which

One was real.

One of them was the song an their fate

It would seal.

Bard read one as he looked out to the city

It looked so big, amazing an pretty.

The song read thus;

“You fools too selfish to worry

About anything else except wealth,

Well as you search you will diminish in health!

You will seek but not find

Your very minds I will bind

I may have been a witch but you are

All just as evil as me you are all stupid an greedy

And that is clear for all to see!

If you want the song it’s on the next page

But I have to warn you yourselves you’ll enslave

A commodity you’ll become-strong

Full of wealth, you’ll live forever an have perfect health”

In greed Onoculus pulled the book from Bard

And said; “The book I will hold!”

Onoculus stood on the pinnacle of the castle,

Sung the song and turnt into to solid gold.

Onoculus paid the price for his reckless greed

For him an everyone did the witch mislead.

Everyone except bard of course who sang an elegy

For the hero in gold, he had saved the city again, this time with

Onoculus the bold.   

K.O.Reuben (2007)

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