The Hero's Epic Ballad
An epic ballad this must be
To win my mares don’t you see?
I hear tell that mares like those poet types
-though I do not see why the hype-
So I will spin a tale of epic woe
And one of a solitary great hero
Oh his hooves were like fire
Striking at the frosty air
Churning, burning
Through the crunchy earth
Chasing down with great mirth
His coat was like a tawny gold lion
And it seemed like he was barely tryin’
For no harsh rasp escaped his maw
As he did not tarry to jaw
He ran forth with valiant strength
Stride by stride, length by length
He ate up the dirt with great appetite
Until his quarry was in his sights
The monster reared its ugly head
From its dark pools of eyes, it wanted him dead
But he stood strong and true
And pretty handsome too
Thundering on taloned paws
The beast ran forth with gaping jaws
As demon’s fangs gleamed in the light
But he did not flee from the fight
The creature took a mighty leap
But his ground he did keep
Before pushing up into a rear
For he alone had no fear
His hooves struck the foe’s ugly face
But the monster did not break his pace
And so the hero did toss his rack
And sent the cursed beastie back
He slung his bow with expert ease
And nothing did more please
Him than drawing it taut
To prove that he was more than naught
And so the notched arrow waited
While the evil foe could not be sated
He had him in his violet sight
And so went the arrows flight
Straight and true, striking the heart
And with life the beast did part
Letting out a horrible squeak
The quest was no longer to be seeked
The warrior was satisfied
That the vile creature had finally died
And now all were safe and sound
Due to the bravest stallion, hooves down!
So. Here’s how this… um… “inspiring epic” came to be:
Pride: What is that? *eyeing the computer screen*
Seren: Well it’s one of the new contests! See? Poetry.
Pride: *reads Seeker’s work and makes a noise* Why would they do that?
Seren: Well… um… to express emotions and make a point using clever wording and rhyme?
Pride: *shakes head* What is in it foyr the wyriter?
Seren: Well… um… I guess some girls like romantic poets I guess…
Pride: You mean mayres? *perks up* Mayres like that?
Seren: Well some, yeah… Pride…
Pride: Leave me. I’m talking to my muse. *already pulling out a paper from the desk and staring at it*
Seren: *sighs and leaves*
*a few days later*
Seren: *glaring at Latin homework on the screen, suddenly jumping when an arrow flies through the air and hits the wall A FEW INCHES FROM MY ____ HEAD* (I think I’ve lost a few months of my life from that experience.)
Pride: yread it! *comes strutting in carrying his bow slung over one wing*
Seren: Pride! You could have killed me! *holding head to check and make sure*
Pride: *makes a pfft noise* Dyrama. Now. Be amazed.
Seren: *sighs and tears of the paper pinned by the arrow and starts reading, biting lip*
Pride: *struts smugly and glares at the kitten who darts away, before humming impatiently* You like?
Seren: Pff… pff… *freezes at the glare* Oh yeah! Its… it… gr-*chokes on the word* eeaaattt.
Pride: *nods, satisfied* I spent many houyrs on it.
Seren: hey… when did this happen?
Pride: *gets all puffed up* It’s all tyrue! It’s my epic quest! I defeated the beast befoyre it could make off with those foolish aiyrheads you love so much!
Seren: Um… are you sure… that a… well a… squirrel could do that?
Pride: IT WAS YRABID! *shrieks angrily and stomps off*