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A Shadows Tale
KingCooper
This is a tale told to me by my father, as he attempted to sing around a camp fire. Set in a foreign land it contains mythical beasts, strange happenings, and one tiny hero, who started a legend. But most of all it is a tale of courage, the courage of one small town boy who saved a nation. :: A bard I'm not :: My singing's snot :: But a tale I can tell :: A story long :: A shortened song :: The ending turns out well :: A young boy running :: Always coming :: Late behind the bell :: He grew up fast :: That name would last :: 'Though just a boy from Rivers Dell ::Without a sword:: No golden gourd:: He left upon his way:: Down the road:: With no heavy load:: Just a hard earned days' pay  ::With no team:: He crossed the stream:: Where great Quinoth lay:: He knelt to bring:: His small offering:: Right at the break of day:: The gardian of ethral gate:: Wakened from his sleeping state:: Passeth down through him:: A knowledge deeply hidden:: :: :: This gift unknown:: His path was shown:: Off to fair Arlon:: The vibrant trade:: Was then a shade:: Of the ages gone  :: Plagued by drought:: They all ran out:: Chased by fierce dragon:: Children slaved:: Would not be saved:: But he could not abandon:: With one last breath:: He faced his Death:: In the cavern of the beast:: Through him Quinoth spoke:: "You'll leave these folk:: Your reign of terror's ceased":: Away it soared:: And from its hoard:: They prepared a mighty feast:: But amidst the joy:: There left a boy:: Their young hero from the east::