Treasure Island

maria goodison

(06,10,1983 / perth scotland)

The Beast At Night


The night the beast came to pass the viking king
stood his ground.
He did not bend nor did he shake as he down
the ale in his goblet like good king should.
'I will stand strong with my sword in my hand i
will look that beast in the eyes'.
The queen with pride on her face lifted her goblet
with such grace to her viking king.
'I'll mount that beast that beast head above my fire
place'
The hall erupted with such joy the clapping the shout's and
joyful cry's.
'To night the night this beast will come but he will not put fear
in my kingdom anymore.

Submitted: Monday, May 12, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, May 13, 2014

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