Oh! Great Master of Wizards of Ashlandic fame;
Your eyes give pleasure with their wanton gaze,
Your purple gown flowing in provocative ways,
Your comet lips trailing indelible waves.
On a mission of peace came our friend Soul
To rebuild the planets that you greedily stole
With his words and wisdom he solemnly strove
To liberate the people you now claim you own.
Your horrific creature protects your gate
Fed by fury and galactic hate,
The Quasar Scrolls have determined the date
That Captain A and I will spell out your fate.
Captain A and his crew entered the hold
Where dreams are broken and hearts are cold
Perhaps only as stories to small children told
Of our heroic quest to save our friend Soul.
Captain A blasted rhythm and I pulverized rhyme
Defying her will with staunch metrical lines
The beast was wailing as we severed its spine
And Soul was screaming; “It’s about time! ”
Written by Captain Cur,
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem