A Heroes Dream ~A Poem.

Come Heroes, come with me,
We'll face the World and our destiny,
We'll slay dragons, set damsels free,
We'll see all the sights there are to see.

Adventuring is for only the best,
Traveling North, South, East and West,
Ridding the lands of curmudgeon pests,
And visiting cities as exulted guests.


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I wrote a sonnet.

An Ode to A Man's Best Bonnet.

One autumn’s evening, in my hut
I had an idea which stirred my gut
Upon contemplation, I decided that --
That I would seek out my favorite hat

The hatter’s shop I did first try,
But the selection of hats did make me cry.
Not a one would I well have died in,
Not even a fine bowler could I have pride in.

After this failed and sad attempt
I did visit a store so very unkempt.
Inside I found one for but thirty bob,
A shiny top-hat would do a sterling job.

In retrospect, and upon deciding,
I find my true favorite is still in hiding.

[It doesn't have Shakespearean rhyme sets, but it does meet the requirements for a sonnet.]
Bye.

so this is a bit of some thing I wrote 4

Black figures,
Out of the night,
Spun and hooks and gave them flight.
Hooks caught,
Ropes taught,
Round and round the rope was wound,
Slowly, then the moon came down.
Their objective:
The old man,
The light in the sky for this nighttime land.
Stuffed in a bag,
Bound and quite gagged,
From there he was roughly dragged
To a man on a hill,
To a man with intent to kill.
For without the moon,
The light in the night,
No one could see him,
It would quite free him
From the confines Of hiding in pines,
Surrounding his house on the hill.
Now he could go out in the night,
Pillage, plunder, cause plight,
Turn houses into light,
Arson, thievery, burglary, theft,
Take what is wanted,
Leave nothing left,
It wasn't till his men got there,
That he noticed, what made him swear,
The old moon, old man,
still aglow,
sitting like a ball of snow,
All it took was a heaving throw,
to put him back where he should go.
-End-
To be continued...