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.