The Lost Tail Of William (Fairy Tale Story, (Short)) Poem by Poet of the River

Not long after the fall of his father, the lost story of William begins.


William, the last of his line, ponders over what is to be.
His father is dead; others will come to see the new risen king.
The sword of old, dusty and covered in mold, was repaired by the armorer.
The blade of tale from his father hails a piece held by a lush gold ring.
Above his thrown with glory shown the blade from the fallen warrior.

People come for the story, others come for the glory, but some just want the crown.
Many have tried, and many have died, but William has not been brought down.
'Hurray for the king, Hurray for the king'! the women, men and children sing.
'He has brought peace, he has brought just, let us all feast from dawn until dusk! '

Cooked beef and whine, tastes so divine, until a darkness knocked at the door.
It rattled and shook, rumbled and took, as water flooded the floor.
The door gave in, a stranger walked in, and all sound was silenced.

'Who are you? Why are you here? Why do you grumble and fill us with fear? '
'I have come for you', The stranger said as he drew his sword with iron red.
Before William could move, before he could speak, a gash on his arm started to leak.


'I am father of the night, a keeper of ghouls, a master of fright and hunter of fools.
You have slain my kind, and soon you will find, it dose not end with me.
For behind these walls an army calls and I mean to lead them to victory! '

Bloody armed William drew his sword, rose from his throne, and marched forward.
Quickly his men joined in, taking on one, two, ten.
Thousands marched off to war, many where injured, death was more.
The battle raged for many years, many where lost, family's shed tears,
but in the end, William arrived victorious.