The Wee Sprite

Once upon a time

In a land full of               grime
All smelled awful and      sour
Not even the scent of      a flower
Grew more wretched      by the hour
Like a beast intent to      devour

The people were            in despair
Warlords were               everywhere
No one knew how          to repair
They recoiled with         a blank stare

Along came a wee         sprite
filled with hope and       delight
A sling shot in hand       took command
Shot the largest beast    in his cyclops eye

That huge villain             started to cry
The wee sprite dried       his eye 
Shown compassion         he let out a sigh
After that he began         to try

Slowly each warlord       followed suit
Eventually all did            recruit
Today the landscape       is Full of Bloom
No longer filled with        a sense of doom
Thanks to a wee sprite    who did what was right
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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