Gleemont Watches His Love At Pyre

Spark from Montezuma’s fire Brought Gleemont closer to his desire He watched his almost bride drink the potion And fall down into the fire with sheer devotion Why was she the one to be sacrificed? He was angry at the gods, his love now sliced. Gleemont crept closer to the pit with his club He could hear the cheers of another warrior, Glub. Their crops were now insured to be terrific this year. His almost bride had not given a cry or shown any fear. Brave, this beauty who had been given to them freely. Gleemont turned to his old enemy Reely. Reely’s eye’s got darker, and they got into fighter stance. Gleemont was hoping to die; now he had a good chance. Their battle was bloody and lasted for almost an hour. Gleemont was disappointed when the war turned sour. He was hoping to die and join his almost bride tonight. But alas, his warrior soul kicked in, and he won the fight. So his almost bride went to heaven, where she now dwells. And Gleemont began the rest of his life, which felt like hells.