There was a rotten man
Searching to steal wealth
Throughout all the whole land
He heard of the king
In need of someone
To fetch his lost bling
The goblin folk high
In the tall mountains
Did the king's treasure pry
The man scaled all
The rough snow bound rocks
Not once did he even fall
Atop and tired
He was ambushed then
A goblin archer fired
Loud he cried
The man
Died
Then in another land
A heavenly herald shown
The angel took his hand
The bright woman spoke
of what was most true
Love of money will choke
The soul might find peace
When he gives up theft
Fate decreed it must cease
From his deep dream trance
Well alive again
He had yet another chance
Many hours now had past
On the frozen cliffs
He drew his dagger fast
He avenged his death
Slaying the goblins
Angrily out of breath
Then he found the gold
Tempted to take all
He knew the angel's scold
He returned the coin
To the king far below
To dinner he did join
The king threw a drunken feast
To praise his new court hero
That he deserved, at least
The young princess flirted
With the strong, brave man
They quietly diverted
To her bedchamber
Revealing all her beauty
He then entered her chamber!
Now what have we learned?
Honestly has perks
More than any gold earned
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The Fantasy Man
FantasyThe adventures of a nameless man in a fantasy world sung by ancient bards of Garia. There's a life lesson in each. There's a part of the Man in each of us.
