I've been working on this epic ballad based on a book I've been reading that I acquired while with the Gypsies. Sveta gave it to me. It is old. She is such a wonderful woman. The hardest part of leaving so surreptitiously was leaving her behind. It contains some interesting tales. I thought I would work it into a lyrical epic poem.
Alestar Gren ruled the Pine Forest court
Fir trees hewn into a strong wooden fort
Set back against cliff it offered refuge
To those fighting darknesse's dread deluge
Alestar's reign quite gentle and wise
This story will tell of Alestar's rise
From when he could grip a sword in his hand
and pull himself up from a crawl to a stand
He studied great blades, worked on his swordplay
He moved like a god most people did say
One day from afar roda in foul fell beast
gian and hungry its maw never ceased
Devouring villagers by the score
a deadlier beast never seen before
The land's bravest knights all dropped like the rain
each its own story though all of them slain
Reva the galliant led many great men
Sh was fierce and bright with the strenght of ten
They rod to the beast and faced it head on
So fearsome it was that courage was gone
Most ran and fled for fear's grip was tight
the foul beast's grave maw slew many a knight
The few and the brave took arms stood ground
but at battles end just dry bones were found
Oh nothing remained of the valiant troupe
barely a breastplate or sword in alll the group.
Reva stood fierce for all of a moment
Then like a small doll her body was bent
She screamed aloud in a cry of great pain
As it sundered her body, torn and then slain
Vextor tried next on the Griffon's strong wings
neither knew well of the slayer of kngs
Heart stopping looks made them fall from the air
twas not the fall killed but the beasts claw's tear
Prone they both went like so many before
Shattered abd broken and bloodied with gore
So many fell tha the tales all lose track
So many slaughtered by this beast's attack
Till along cam the young Alestar Gren
with his sword and shield but no other men
On the hill they fought from Dawn until night
All those who saw were transfixed by the sight
A nineteen year boy longsword in his hand
fighting this creature a spectacle grand
He parried and dodged, he cut and he thrust
And blows he did land it bled and it pussed
Yet all the whole while Gren fought there unfazed
where time wore on the creature seemed dazed
The beast's fast fierce swipes once deadly for all
coming less quick - Perhaps it would fall?
Gren fought on his endurance amazing
his fierce sword sailing striking and blazing
The creature doth bled from many and gash
Gren pressed on forward with slash after slash
Then finally on the second night's eve
Alestar's sword arm the monster did cleave
The sound so desperate a thud and a crack
beast pressing onward. Its final attack.
Though his sword arm was shattered. Cut straight through.
To the task before him Gren stayd true
He dropped an tumbled to reach for the blade
grab it he did and bold statement he made
"Yield now foul creature or meet your fate"
The creature pressed forward it did not abate.
Gren with his sword in left not his right creat
Charged ever forward determined to fight
Gren let the creature's bite just miss his head
Sideswiped the giant the stabbed the beast dead
He fell to the ground now finally spent
and to seek help those watching now went
He recovered with time, a hero true
and with this great battle his legend grew
He refused magic to heal his lost arm
Soon that just became part of his charm
"A reminder to all of courage inside"
To honor all those who fought but then died
Each of us has a brave warrior strong
whose heart steers us true and knows right from wrong
Look to it people in dire time of needs
certainly you will accomplish great deeds
They made him their king and he ruled the land
a most gentle heart and one helping hand
His fort was a beacon Wood tower of light
For those seeking strenght to continue their fight
He trained many soldiers all his long days
Precision and wisdom, swordplay and ways
His soldiers were best not solely by skill
His soldiers were best not by those they could kill
His men were the best, fought with honor and pride
His men were the best for what was inside
Here ends the legend of Alestar Gren
Come back next time I will sing it again.
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