A Poem by N.R.Spurgeon

A legend I wrote that will influence a very good deal of my works.


William Goldame was baptized in power.

Soon he arose,

And then took the tower.

Then he snapped and destroyed the throne,

And wandered off into the wild unknown.


Soon enough,

His knights took sides.

Both still loyal,

But one changed sides.

Fighting a battle for knowledge and lore,

Of which they used to furnish their war.


A regent snatched the throne with choices.

In his sleep he heard dark voices.

Soon he saw a hunger for that of man,

And Willam's b*****d arose to thwart his plan.


At peace with the knights,

He severed the regent's pawns.

Many were lost,

But still done by the dawn.


Within the kings throne-room,

The shadows were fire.

Down came the regent,

And turned into a spider.


With a need to prove,

A knight rushed forth.

The spider was better,

And proved it's worth.


Then the b*****d stepped in,

And drew out hot,

A widow maker of gold.

A click and a shot.


He emptied six rounds,

Then stopped the world,

The spider turned human,

And pulled out a sword.


The regent laughed,

And swung his blade,

Then The b*****d shot him into his grave.


Never reloaded or another clip iminate,

The B*****d's gun was nothing but unlimited.



© 2010 N.R.Spurgeon

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Pretty interesting. You got quite an imagination.

Posted 14 Years Ago

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