Realistic Fantasy, Page 1 Of 3 Poem by John Bliven Morin

Maiglo the Magician
Was about to say
What happened
On some ancient day,

When from our lookout,
Halfling Tom,
There came a warning
Of alarm!

“To arms! To arms!
Grab sword and spear
To save your life!
The orcs are here! ”

We formed a circle,
With shields held high,
As arrows rained down
From out the sky.

Then came the orcs
With scimitars,
And banners with lidless
Eye and stars,

Charging our line
On every side,
Sweat shining on
Their leathery hide.

The Dwarven pair,
With axe and glee,
Were first to fell
The enemy.

A monster swung,
While I ducked low;
I heard the twang
Of an Elven bow.

My orc fell back
And faced the sky,
With a silver arrow
In his eye.

I lunged past,
And with my spear,
Caught his fellow
Through the ear.