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The Little Lupe That Could
You see him everywhere you turn,
His every secret you can learn,
He hides behind a damaged tree,
The pain and anguish for all to see.
The faerie dark had shrieked and taunted,
Those memories forever haunted,
The innocence once bright and bold
Is gone with every faerie sold.
He loses tiny bits of him,
With all the evil little whims,
He was so great, so kind and true,
This horror he had, no one knew.
But with this path, there's no turning back,
No changes, regrets, or the feelings that lack,
The pup that's still inside of him
Might tell him that he should,
The name that is forever there:
The little Lupe that could.
I'm lying in a ditch,
And I think my arm is broken.
My side has got a stitch
And I haven't fully woken.
A bruise is on my knee,
On my head a lump is swelling.
The breath is out of me,
And my throat is sore from yelling.
I went into the throne room
To help the king to laugh.
Skarl clutched the family heirloom,
A large and golden staff.
The light upon it flashed
As King Skarl thrust it at me.
"My happiness has crashed,"
The King grumbled irritably.
I cleared my throat, announcing
Everything I'd put together.
My strength, my fear was dousing;
My voice soft as a Mallard feather.
The King didn't even grin;
The guards grabbed me as he roared.
I was thrown out, as if to a bin,
Thinking the King was mighty bored.
My mouth is full of mud;
I feel a sorry little miss.
At least there is no blood,
Though it'd be just as bad as this.
I'm lying in a ditch,
Massaging my black eye.
As moody as Edna the Witch
Is King Skarl, who sits so high.
Jhudora's Forbidden Quests
Her beauty was woven with evil and deceit,
And enchantment laced with hypnotic entreat.
She beckoned you in with a malevolent smile,
Your heart beating faster, running the mile.
"You come to me, for what mere minion?
What makes you different than the other zillion?
All hoping for riches, and power, to be feared!
Why should I help you become revered?"
The clouds seem to shake at Jhudora's voice,
Willing to cave at the powerful noise.
Knees buckling in awe and in trepidation,
You stepped up to the plate,
Yelling back to the villain:
"You need me! For what, I'm unsure,
But nevertheless, the quest, I'll endure.
Give me assignment, and I'll be on my way,
But come back with your item, I daresay."
Her grin widened, engulfing her face,
As she stood up, shadows engulfing the place.
She motioned her hand for you to come near,
The all-famous whisper to flow through your ear.
The Failed Heist
"All that glitters is not gold,"
Or so often we've been told,
But two Meercas obviously know
Gold was why they'd turned so bold.
Beyond the distant hills of green,
Yonder clouds of purple gleam,
The Meerca Brothers cunningly schemed,
Lord Darigan's safe -- their next victim.
In that room lay bars of gold,
Useless in that site of woe,
Kept by Darigan just so
He'd recall when his land throve.
They snuck into the Citadel,
Into a place they didn't know well,
When suddenly there was a knell,
And into darkness the brothers fell.
Awake, they did, with terror and fright,
Confronted by Darigan, twice their height.
Put on a spot so achingly tight,
The Meerca Brothers accepted their plight--
(Which was too sorry for this rhyme)
'Twas a foolish thing to rob,
And more so from the Lord's own hoard,
Though riches tempted them a lot,
Offending Darigan, none can afford.
Wonders of the Winter World
A whispering wind dances on icicle chimes,
Winding through the pristine valley,
Flakes of purest white, gliding on a gale,
Velvet skies shimmer with their crystal decor.
A joyous place where a spirit of giving lives,
Where happiness abides yearlong,
Evil has no place in the valley of innocence,
The place that winter calls her own.
A mystic awe surrounds the ancient cave,
Ancient, uncanny and inscripted
With aeons of secret,
Home of an ice demon,
Locked in his secluded cave,
Guarding his evil-gotten horde
With slumberous rage.
A treacherous peak: the cap to a diverse body,
Howls of the souls lost to its unpredictable face,
Doomed forever to warn the weary
With their ghoulish lament,
Accursed cap of a diverse body.
The whisping wind shall never die,
The spirit of giving abides forever with the joyous,
The awe of the cave shall live for ever,
Hosting the evil demon.
The accursed cap remains accursed,
Home to winter where she watches,
Watching the world pass by
In her wonderful winter world.
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