Druid and the Beast

June 7, 2012
By DarkAngelNyx GOLD, Napoleon, Michigan
DarkAngelNyx GOLD, Napoleon, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown." -H. P. Lovecraft

Twas a dark and stormy night
Just a prophecy foretold
And whispers filled the air
Like the stories of old

As they sharpened their swords
Young men shivered in fright
For legend also foretold
That few survived this night

But come h*** or high water
They must finish their quest
To slay the evil Beast
So the world may finally rest
To rescue the maiden
So pure and fair
To protect her innocence
From the gods of Despair

And if they should fail
Her death would be mourned
And upon her departure
A demon would be born
And the world would be tossed
Into chaos; insanity
All shall be lost
Every trace of humanity

Of forty men who had gathered
The most honored was one
He was their leader
A Druid’s son

He spun his pure magic
And consulted his runes
To his men he said briskly:
“The battle comes soon.
We must ride through the forest
We must ride through the gloom
And meet this foul Beast,
This bringer of Doom.

Then we’ll ride to the castle
With its head on a stick
So let us ride now
And get this over quick!”

The mounted their horses
And rode into the night
The spoke not a word
But prepared for the fight

The slowed their great horses
As they entered the field
The Druid worked up his magic
And created a shield

A thin layer of protection
Around him and his men
As the Beast spoke softly
“So we meet again.”

The clearing was silent
As the Beast turned to around
A sudden bright light
And a horrible sound

Fire shot from the Beast’s terrible claws
And the men began to screech
The Druid’s shield
Had been easily breeched

Behind the beast, the maiden screamed
Her stomach swelled and bloomed
The Druid glanced toward the sky
Toward eclipsing moons

He rushed forward, sword in hand
Hoping he wasn’t too late
To slay the beast, to stop the birth
To choose the greater fate

The sword plunged deep into its chest
The ground had split apart
The Druid slowly backed away
His blade in the mighty beast’s heart

In the sudden silence, the remaining men stood
None dared to take a breath
They watched in awe, in admiration
As the beast slowly met Death

With one last breath, the beast gave in
And looked toward the sky
Its final words to the Druid he spoke:
“Old foe, until next time.”

A sudden wind blew away
All traces of that night
And Four of Forty walked away
To tell of their great fight.

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InkWriter13 said...
on Jun. 14 2012 at 1:18 pm

Quite mystical and alluring in a fantastic fantasy kind of way. Great poem. Good rhythmn and flow. Nice use of the classic tales of knights, druids, maidens, and beasts. A few grammatical errors, but it didn't take away from the true story-telling of this poem. Nice job on this. :D 

Would you please read and comment on my poems titled "Angelic Beings" and "On a Chilly Night"? Thx :D

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