Arron Fowler

Venturing through the garden of lost souls
My only companions are a sword and shield.
Stories of a princess across the land are told
My limbs are destroyed, My skin has been peeled.

Out of the grave came crackling a creature
With power that compares to that of a bear.
glistening red eyes and oversized features
My sword and my sheild could not compare.

The Goulish monster was frightening
but with a ten hacks of his head......
The monster was dead
Its blood had been shed.

I lugged my body across a rickety bridge
Petrified to fall into the river of darkness.
In the distance i could see the mountain ridge
Crack......
The wood did not like my weight it had became heartless.

As i crossed this challenge, got back to the land
i stumbled apon a witch with one arm and one eye.
She waved her wander stick right at my noggin
and began to chant the ancient battle cry.

The creaky old lady had tried her might
but with ten hacks of her head
The monster was dead
Its blood had been shed.

Days had past, the destination was reached
i clamberd, clatterd and conquered the tower.
To find this lady.. the final hour
but as i aprouched i could not speak.

This elegant young woman was no more than a demon
ripping and tearing at other mens skin.
She charged at me with sword in hand screaming
The battle for my love was about to begin.

The wretched princess put up a fight of mighty proportian
but with five hundred hacks of her head
The monster was dead
Its blood had been shed.