The Story Book

Within the book,

I took a look,

And saw a day away,

A giant bay’

Where the sun

Burns upon a nun.

Then the page turns,

And my eyes burn

With a sight of a sword

Piercing a bard.

Next I behold

What wonders told,

And saw the gilded sky

In which dreams comply.

Beyond that sight,

There stands a fright,

Hovering above all,

Waiting for the call.

It growls and paws

At everyone’s flaws

And waits for the day

When it can come out and play.

The people below,

Living among the snow,

Has not a clue

Of the things that are new.

Then the lightning flash

Marking the sky with a slash.

The call was given

And the fright is driven.

Lands destroyed,

Evil plans deployed,

Life is now death

In one instant breath.

Years later,

The land no less greater,

A hero comes to town,

Ready to upset the crown.

The people stares at hope,

For they all had to cope

With the evil at hand

Who tore at the land.

Atop a beast of white,

The hero begins to fight.

The evil starts to worry,

The hero will make them sorry.

The fight ends,

The hero unable to bend

And the evil flies away,

Returning the light of day.

The sky goes back to gold

The land begins to mold,

The page is done,

And another is begun.