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Hehe...long as hell.

It has an epic-fantasy theme to it. Kind of like the epic poems of the Greeks. Comments? Critics?

Sid's Fate

Out of the pure ephemeral winds sublime,
I will dare to tell you this great rhyme.
The lands of Norim; vast as they were
Contained many an illusion; causing a blur.
There was, not long ago, a farmer,
Whose name was Sid the Armer.
Day by day, he grew crops on field.
But once the warlords came he’d yield.
Giving them all of his crops from the year
Sid would try to hold back many a tear.
A weak man at heart he so truly was,
His voice minute like the bee’s buzz;
One day, however, a great woman came,
Of a prestigious, yet clandestine fame;
She greeted Sid, and he let her stay,
And didn’t leave until the next day;
Through this kindness he had showed,
The revered woman, in return, wallowed.
A blessed gift was bestowed upon him,
Bringing him out of this life so dim;
Strong willed and aggressive he became,
Winning him a most beautiful dame;
Throughout all Norim, Sid’s name known,
As he nobly cleared everyone’s moan
Sid, now familiar with sword shield,
Fought beasts of all types on field;
The warlords angered by Sid’s new form,
Sent to battle him, a humungous wyrm;
Hundreds of feet in the length it lay,
Its scaly skin all marred and gray.
Out of its mouth, hung sharp fangs,
Clenching and slicing with loud bangs,
Now, Sid stood sword in left hand,
Glaring at this sick minion of the band;
The beast lunged forward; crumbled ground,
Sid swiftly jumped and rolled with a bound.
With this parry he stood; the Wyrm exposed,
He lifted his sword and boldly enclosed.
The wyrm, now unaware, continued to lunge,
As Sid jumped up and sliced its neck; expunge,
The beast now in two halves; blood spurted,
Crimson liquid all over Sid; he ignored it.
The wyrm vociferously let out a scream,
It echoed forever into the majestic hills supreme.
Many minutes later the beast lay dormant,
Its soul now being taken on hell’s torrent;
Sid jump down from the wyrm’s corpse,
Showing everything but the saddest remorse;
He sprinted from the head, down the tail,
For he, deep down inside, could not fail.
Again, he raised the sword, sliced once more
This cut, grittier than the last, more blood pour.
Nevertheless, this wyrm had been slain,
It would never again cause Norim pain.
The warlords – three of them in all,
Decided to kill Sid together; gall.
Because of Sid’s skill; a new name,
Sid the Warrior, he now known; exclaim!
They sent a letter to Sid the Warrior,
Challenging Sid to a contest of vigor;
He agreed to fight, meeting them the next day,
Trekking through the dungeon; reeking of decay.
In darkness the three lords suddenly appeared,
All of them together in unison sneered.
Each unsheathed their sword; dark still,
In chorus sending down Sid’s spine a chill;
The first lord trotted forward on the stone,
Willing to fight Sid fairly; alone;
Their swords immediately clashed,
Sparks of fury randomly flashed.
The first lord was quite strong,
Sid’s sword now becoming oblong;
Suddenly, the first lord kicked,
Sid fell and in the shoulder was nicked.
A drip of blood firstly came,
Then it profusely began to drain.
Sid cried in anguish but fought on,
Sending his sword deeply upon;
Into the first lord’s chest it sank,
Ripping his heart; losing rank.
The first lord fell hard to the ground,
And now no longer wore his crown.
The remaining two lords spat in disgust,
At the sad outcome that had witnessed;
A second lord now rushed forward,
But Sid saw his weakness; halberd.
Holding his sword like a spear,
The second lord ran; forgetting fear.
Sid’s sword in the second lord’s gut,
He was now trembling; forfeit;
To the ground, similarly, he fell,
Through the stone floor, to hell;
Only now the third lord remained,
But in showing fear, he feigned.
The third lord took a stance,
Aware of the familiar mischance;
His sword guarded his face; so firm,
Looking as if he wouldn’t budge; perm;
Finally, their blades clashed,
Sid’s health quickly draining; abashed;
Sid caught the third lord off guard,
To his displeasure, the third lord jarred.
Sid thrust the blade into his body,
He acted so unlike himself; fiercely.
But as Sid plunged in the blade,
The third lord attempted to evade.
A curse he quickly iterated,
Came at Sid quite rabid;
With malcontent the lord chortled,
Because Sid’s body became rustled;
To death the third lord slowly went,
As Sid’s limbs froze into torment.
Stone covered throughout his body,
Limiting his movement; now clunky.
All four warriors now quiescent lay,
Three dead and one resting astray;
This was Sid’s fate, cursed as it was,
He waited for a cure eternally in gauze.