The Boy with a Mace

Long ago in a faraway abode,

There was a child who had a sword.

And a crossbow with countless arrow,

Living inside a huge ground burrow.

He used to eat a number of things,

And used to shoot birds on their wings.

One day he came upon,

A beast as mighty as dawn,

He began shivering from top to toe,

What was in fate how could he know?

Long ago in a faraway abode,

There was a child who had a sword.

And a crossbow with countless arrow,

Living inside a huge ground burrow.

He used to eat a number of things,

And used to shoot birds on their wings.

One day he came upon,

A beast as mighty as dawn,

He began shivering from top to toe,

What was in fate how could he know?

Just like a very merry boy

And went away that beast with a smile

This looked as if as broad as a mile!

Without a thought about the boy

Whom he had no intention to destroy

The loser taking his last breathes there

Was saved (luckily!) by many people, where

No one could guess how the boy with a sword

Couldn’t keep up with his mighty word

Of being saviour of all with might

Was attacked by such a blight

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems

Reviews

[Aventicus]

Interesting. Would you mind giving me a little of an explanation about the end?

[Alison Gross]

Very nice Poem, I would actually like you submit it to my "Medieval" Contest.

http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/Medieval/52508/