Matthew Wetter Poet Rhyme

Disc Devil

The fae of the forest watched as they
Gaily slung the discs on their way..
And it glowered hatefully from where it stood
As again and again their discs struck wood.
Surely for their offense they'd pay! 

Patience was hard as it followed and sought
A punishment befitting for this offensive lot
Laughing in merriment when their discs struck chain
Strung from the iron poles that his wilderness, stained.
His fiery hatred grew hot! 

But the iron and machine that invaded his realm
Weakened his magic, did arcana o’erwhelm, 
Even as they climbed and hiked and played, 
He studied the lot and his hand was stayed, 
Three men, two women shaded ’neath elm.

So he bid the day increase its heat
He bid the trees their discs defeat
He slung small magic to deflect their discs
Off-course into thorns and other risks, 
Yet their discs flew to basket’s entreat. 

As the eldest wished for the trees to stop
Snatching his disc in flight to flop 
On the ground, its flight outshined,
A horrible, evil thought sprang to mind,
Ahead the mad imp hopped.

In the false meadow set the devil his trap, 
“No trees? No trees!” And with an evil clap, 
As the eldest stood at the edge of the meadow
The younger’s disc flew errant, powerful, into elbow! 
Horrific thud, not a light rap.

No truer could any aim have sought
Nor more devastating than the nerve it caught, 
Waves of nausea wreaked by such pain 
Stunned the warrior, he couldn't regain
His feet. The younger man was distraught.

Yet on they played, and gave no ground 
Stubbornly threw their discs and found
Joy in every basket’s clink
And caused the evil imp to re-think
The awful paths he'd bound.

Twice more, throws askew were slung, 
Twice more was impish, hurtful magic flung 
Once at the mother’s head- wisely, she ducked,
Then again, feebly hit the youth’s leg, whose laughter clucked,
Mocking laughter, his leg unstung.

Sorrowfully, the wood devil gave in
He could not defeat this family's win
Even the old man's arm wouldn't bruise 
How could the imp do ought but lose?
And so did the disc golf end. Fin. 

So if you, enjoying family time fair
Seek to enter the forest imp’s lair, 
Take cover from friends as the disc is cruising 
Lest the wood devil, offended, send you a bruising
As from shadows he hates and stares.

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