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My Hero
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by [Ovidiu_B ]

2005-11-06  |     | 



Once upon a distant time,
Blarney the Dragon roamed about,
Years passed without a crime,
Dormant he lay, without a doubt.
Yet, no one dares do wrong
Until old Pete strikes the ground.

Near the lair of the green beast,
Great peril haunts the hills.
Far away from the east
My hero rides into the mist.
Reaching the village is a must,
To stop the dragons awful bust.

Little, did my hero know
Of the wrong he was mending,
That only a strong blow
Would make a happy ending.
Thus he entered the village
In the wake of a terrible pillage.

Old Pete told the story
Of the wrong he committed,
How he turned into a quarry
The last place It was defeated.
But the biggest task will follow
When he heard a parents sorrow.

“Oh please, my nameless hero,
Bring my daughter, home to me
Search for my beautiful Meadow
I will repay you accordingly!”
The cave was his next destination
He couldn’t wait with anticipation.

A dark cave showed its might,
Silence was all he could hear.
The beast was nowhere in sight,
Yet he couldn’t escape his fear.
An attack caught him by surprise,
So bad, my hero could not rise…

A warm breath, a soft touch
Something seemed out of place,
He thought he had found his match,
Ironically, he found a blue eyed face.
A sudden rock slide stopped the beast
From making my hero into a feast..

My heroes honor was at stake,
A rock slide showed no valor.
But there’s no promise he did brake,
Seemed like chance did him a favor
“Worry not, my dear friend,
You will be my hero, ‘till the end.”

They rode back on his horse
They’re romance just beginning.
Everything was planned, of course
They’ll reach the village in the evening.
Meadows parents were there waiting,
The moment was truly amazing.

Looking back on her words,
The end seemed so far away,
With the blessing of the gods,
They’re due to marry any day.
That would be my heroes’ story
Happy to live a life with no worry.

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