The Glory Of Elmet’s Woods – By Cristian Villegas
A day once ago, ten men aroused a hassle in the woods of Elmet’s west, searching far from the village for honey for mead.
In the bluntness of their quest they stumbled upon a fallen log of dried meat as aged as the woodland itself,
Harebrained in way, the men prodded it until then it woke! A monster of the land, sized and unsightly to all but its own!
The men they ran, all the way home, to me and my own. Our eyes they darken at the sight as it mashed into the village aloud!
It hurtled behind the all, ravaging, hollering, killing and taking our women away, a beast so tall and bulk, like trees of oak.
Scared but brawny we raised our blades! Thirty in all, charging to save, and facing the walking wave like wolves to a stag!
Raging it rioted! Clamoring in defile and slamming in enmity it struck us down one by one,
But as our steels clashed with its charred flesh, and our blades lashed with each flash, it told us no lies in its final cries.
Falling hard unto the ground, bleeding out and all around,
The women, naked fled, and the fallen blessed as the men who stood raised our swords high into the sky,
Calling loud and ready to strike deep down,
Trusting our metal’s into the beast as one, to see the felony in its eyes vanish like a murky sun into non!
“Ha-How!” we shouted, “Ha-How!” we screamed as we climbed upon the monster and basked in all!
The evil was dead and the women saved, waiting away in the dark of our homes, awaiting the braves,
And forgetting the ugly of the sorrowful brute, dead in dirt and left contort for the bratty rats or the lands.
Yes, that day we feasted! Seeded and memorialized! For the beast of Elmet were dead, and our glory so bold and sealed!
So drink up your mead and enjoy dreaded danger and friendliness of warm flesh!
For one day soon or outlying you too shall find your defined glory!
Be it in a heat of vicious battle, or savage skirmishes through the hold, but brave bones and kept steed shall do you well,
And all to that who act! Strong and bear, ready to stare passing without fright, but only nerve ‘n’ gut! So drink up that mead and sing with me one final night as I flee my withering body into divinity!
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