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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required So I came nigh with my eyes so bright, in search of him as a brute beast hungry for its prey. With eagle's eyes I saw him afar off, lying loosely atop the mountain. "There lies my prey, the heinous venom." His sense was far gone as he laid as a bow stretched by an archer; with seven guards beneath the mount that no one trespassed. I stole my way past the guard and borrowed a spear for my execute. I climbed up the mount while none cared about me. "For twas impossible," they did whispered, "to think anyone crossed to this side." Stones fell as I climbed but none could be charmed ''He is making enchantment,'' they whispered away. Now I stood face to face with him - Thynus, the great wizard of Thame and I had passed the stage of playing game, for by Athena's wisdom, I knew that Thynus' death was the road to our freedom. Hence without a sweat and with Odin's strength, I pinned down the fiend in his very temple. The mountain answered back by splitting in two; the earth trembled, and by its tremors carried the rumors of my mighty valor, even of Thynus end. I heard the ground resounding the feet of my army, as they gave a victory cry in response to the tremors; For a tremor was an omen of victory amongst my tribe. When our adversary heard the quakes and saw the mountain split, they took to their heels, even more so as they saw an infant with Thynus head. Their spirit melted like wax, for to die at the hands of an infant, is to close vahala's gate to your departing soul. But something was more and a little bit odd, it was the grin and grim they saw in my face. They mistook me for a god and had no spirit to wait nor fight. When my people arrived, they saw no soul, save a young me with Thynus' head. They stood amaze, to see who they'd disdained, the hero of the day, who was none yesterday. Years became decades, and decades, centuries, and century, millennia. And here I am still, telling you of the dream, I had a night ago ~ A time when I was
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