By Bridge and By Fire

I've been experimenting with lyrical forms.  In my last ballad  "Long Lost Legend of Alestar Gren"  I inherited a basic story from the book that Sveta gave me but I decided to turn the prose into a song.  The rythm is iambic pentameter and I think Ellis would be proud of me.   In this next song I've taken our recent adventures and used the same meter to chronicle our voyage.


With ash in the air and forest ablaze,
we all stumbled on as if in a maze.

Through thicket and pine through bush and through brush
the party did press the party did rush

Till bridge over chasm loomed as their way
and the stench of scorched land befouled the day

And just when matters the the most dark they seemed
Up from the chasm dark tentacles teemed

Insubstantial as whisps floating in air
Rattling our pysches and leaving them bare

A dwarf the call Bronn appeared on the bridge
trouncing  pico then holding the ridge

Dwarf steel in hand he dealt a hard blow
then pulled it in close and felled the poor foe

Hard shots hit the foes but hardly they bled
As they flew near us they filled us with dread

Wer pushed the Caravan to cross the ravine
Paralyzed by fear of beasts never seen

Bronn donned an armor twas made of cold ice
Lucian knocked arrows and shot twice or thrice.

Bronn called on the earth to root foes in place
fierce and stong and those of his race.

The half-elven bard with a clang and shout
thundered fell createures, knocked them about.

The magical combo cause our foes much grief
their fall to below was our great relief

When Diesa was slain: brew nearly lost
Bardyn rallied forth no matter the cost

Save it she did and soon foes we did smite
We crossed o'er the bridge; slept for the night.

The tale of the battle by bridge and fire
Told to you now ti's meant to inspire

A message simple I'd like to convey
Against great odds one can oft win the day