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|Remember the bard from oh brave knight he? Well this is one of his tales...||
Gather round the fire friend
To hear a tale with no end
The teller now will start his tale
It starts one winter in a dale
As ice and snow blew round the men
Their horses rearing up again
At the sound of thunder’s might
These brave men off to have a fight.
Now, through this forest they did go
Over hills through knee-deep snow
Until one day they reached it’s end
And found themselves on river bend
They had travelled many a day
And now the snow had passed away.
And in the trees the birds did sing
And welcomed in the new born spring
Soon the land changed and was green
And flowers grew where frost was seen
The group of men went on and on
Soon summer came and then was gone
And still they had not found the beast
They could not return for the party feast
Still they travelled day and night
Looking for a beast to fight
They searched through caves; on mountains high
In forests where the eagles fly
They searched and searched and searched; yet still
Could not find a beast to kill
And so these brave men old and grey
Go on searching for their prey
Beastly battles they still crave
Yet soon they will lie in their grave
And others, they will join the call
And search the forest with trees so tall
For beasts and monsters to kill and slayEver searching for their prey.
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