Ding Dong
Once upon a time, a prophecy long foretold
of a child who would bring forth prosperity.
She would be of meager birth with hair of gold.
At six and ten the magus did find, Felicity.
“A quest my dear you must partake,
perilless though it might be.”
For the sake of her country she will undertake.
Her journey she begins, “My people will be free.”
Goblins are first to bugger her,
Not far behind were trolls.
Followed by 10 foot Ogres but fear not,
she knew they were just hungry so she fed them some rolls.
Through deadly swamps and treacherous mountains she fought the cursed
Witch.
In the end Felicity freed her people, hungry now, food was all she wished.
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