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07-22-2007, 01:55 PM
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Morgun the Troll
Morgun’s End
Bitter end came to the wars of elves, elves an’ trolls an’ men
Morgun troll’s heart filled wi’ bile, ‘they’ had won agin’
Nothin’ more was left for him but to homeward suffer
So Morgun turn’t his track to home, an’ wish’t he had some supper
On the fringe of battlefield the little bundle lay
“A wage of war, thought Morgun, I’ll have it if I may.”
Inside he find a baby girl, the offspring of an elf
“Now me supper plans are made,” an’ he took ‘er for hisself
In kippy sack ‘pon his back, did the morsel ride
His thought now turn’t to turnips, “boil’t ‘er baked ‘er fried?”
A lovely stew or skillet fry, t’was all so hard to choose
Such tender meat were meant to eat wi’ lots ‘o tasty juice
Now cros’t the crags and down the dale Morgun made his way
Wi’ last o’ light a’fore the night his door he’d make today
A candle lit, no time to sit, he quickly fueled a fire
An’ peel the turnips in the pot whils’t flicker flames come higher
Now from the sack the troll unpack the lovely elvin child
As blanket slip ‘pon her lip Morgun see her smile
A rumble in his belly send a message to his gums
But a warmin’ start in his heart, “Now where did that come from”?
So turnips plain once again was the trolls repast
Then he scoop some turnip soup to break the babies fast
Morgun make the babe a cot from broken oaken chest
An’ wrap ‘er warm away from harm a’fore he lay to rest
What break the still on mornin’ chill.? Did Morgun hear a w’imper?
“Wot so distress, me lit’l mess, a’fore you me life were simp’ler.”
But that little spot his heart had got, had grown all through the night
Four hunnerd years he’d been alone, a babe would set things right
“A name, says he, methinks for thee, might need be prim an’ pretty
So scratchin’ his noggin to clear the foggin’ the troll wax wise an’ witty
When from fir limb, song came to him from festive feathered bird
“Chee-la, chee-la, chee-la-tooooo” was what old Morgun heard
Then Chee-la-too shall she be called, a name both light an’ cheery
An’ ‘pon his knee she bounce wi’ glee, his tiny elfish fairie
Ever’ year she grow more dear, what love the two did seed
No earthly treasure meet half the measure ‘o fillin’ the others need
He keep ‘er ‘an he raise ‘er up like she were his very own
For sixteen years he tend the lass, in sixteen years she’d grown
An’ grew her beauty twice’t as much it please his agin’ eye
As Morgun’s pride grew inside, he fear the time draw nigh
A time when Chee-la-too would go, an’ leave his house alone
It were proper an’ he’d not stop ‘er, she’d need a home of ‘er own
But word of the fairie had reached an airy, abode of evil majik
Wizard Gorto want ‘er he send to haunt ‘er a minion vile an’ tragic
The evil wizard send down a lizard an awesome burning beast
To Morgun’s home to kill the gnome and on his bones to feast
“Bring back the elf, for me, mineself,” he charged the dower dragon
“I’ve a potion t’will change her notion, here in this crystal flaggon.”
On wily wing come the thing, fearsomely, flappin’ an’ flyin’
With putrid breath that smell of death, death an’ dead an’ dyin’
His dirk an’ axe the troll take up an’ gamely gain the fray
Chee-la-too break out her bow but Morgun stand in her way
He hack an’ chop an’ talons lop but on the dragon pres’t
It bite the hand and axe were banned, the troll were finished it guessed
But Morgun lunged, last might did plunge the blade of his faithfull dagger
Into the chest where evil rest and the dragon begun to stagger
An’ now her arrow cut the marrow and bleed the scaly villian
It fell at last it’s day now past of pillage, havoc an’ killin’
To his side a’fore he died an’ father behold his daughter
With her kiss she promise this, “Gorto will I slaughter.”
The lass avow if gods allow to hunt the wizard down
From lusty lore passed down before she know where he be found
All through his keep the fairy creep and find her chosen quary
'Pon his throne and unbeknown a reason to be wary
Now a’fore he knew, she bend her yew and string her weapon taught
As Gorto turn he see the burn of deed that he had wrought
Chee-la-too need ‘er best bolt o’ cedar, seasoned straight an’ true
It’s edge she kiss then TWANG an’ HISSSSS through his black heart it flew
Wi’ promise kept the lassie wept her spirit stained an’ broken
She think agin’ of Morgun’s land, land yet in his blood a soakin’
She return once more to darkened door, door of Morgun the Troll
Bowed she mourn his body torn but rejoice in his gloried soul.
The End
© '06 Sam Richmond
Morgun the Troll
Morgun’s End
Bitter end came to the wars of elves, elves an’ trolls an’ men
Morgun troll’s heart filled wi’ bile, ‘they’ had won agin’
Nothin’ more was left for him but to homeward suffer
So Morgun turn’t his track to home, an’ wish’t he had some supper
On the fringe of battlefield the little bundle lay
“A wage of war, thought Morgun, I’ll have it if I may.”
Inside he find a baby girl, the offspring of an elf
“Now me supper plans are made,” an’ he took ‘er for hisself
In kippy sack ‘pon his back, did the morsel ride
His thought now turn’t to turnips, “boil’t ‘er baked ‘er fried?”
A lovely stew or skillet fry, t’was all so hard to choose
Such tender meat were meant to eat wi’ lots ‘o tasty juice
Now cros’t the crags and down the dale Morgun made his way
Wi’ last o’ light a’fore the night his door he’d make today
A candle lit, no time to sit, he quickly fueled a fire
An’ peel the turnips in the pot whils’t flicker flames come higher
Now from the sack the troll unpack the lovely elvin child
As blanket slip ‘pon her lip Morgun see her smile
A rumble in his belly send a message to his gums
But a warmin’ start in his heart, “Now where did that come from”?
So turnips plain once again was the trolls repast
Then he scoop some turnip soup to break the babies fast
Morgun make the babe a cot from broken oaken chest
An’ wrap ‘er warm away from harm a’fore he lay to rest
What break the still on mornin’ chill.? Did Morgun hear a w’imper?
“Wot so distress, me lit’l mess, a’fore you me life were simp’ler.”
But that little spot his heart had got, had grown all through the night
Four hunnerd years he’d been alone, a babe would set things right
“A name, says he, methinks for thee, might need be prim an’ pretty
So scratchin’ his noggin to clear the foggin’ the troll wax wise an’ witty
When from fir limb, song came to him from festive feathered bird
“Chee-la, chee-la, chee-la-tooooo” was what old Morgun heard
Then Chee-la-too shall she be called, a name both light an’ cheery
An’ ‘pon his knee she bounce wi’ glee, his tiny elfish fairie
Ever’ year she grow more dear, what love the two did seed
No earthly treasure meet half the measure ‘o fillin’ the others need
He keep ‘er ‘an he raise ‘er up like she were his very own
For sixteen years he tend the lass, in sixteen years she’d grown
An’ grew her beauty twice’t as much it please his agin’ eye
As Morgun’s pride grew inside, he fear the time draw nigh
A time when Chee-la-too would go, an’ leave his house alone
It were proper an’ he’d not stop ‘er, she’d need a home of ‘er own
But word of the fairie had reached an airy, abode of evil majik
Wizard Gorto want ‘er he send to haunt ‘er a minion vile an’ tragic
The evil wizard send down a lizard an awesome burning beast
To Morgun’s home to kill the gnome and on his bones to feast
“Bring back the elf, for me, mineself,” he charged the dower dragon
“I’ve a potion t’will change her notion, here in this crystal flaggon.”
On wily wing come the thing, fearsomely, flappin’ an’ flyin’
With putrid breath that smell of death, death an’ dead an’ dyin’
His dirk an’ axe the troll take up an’ gamely gain the fray
Chee-la-too break out her bow but Morgun stand in her way
He hack an’ chop an’ talons lop but on the dragon pres’t
It bite the hand and axe were banned, the troll were finished it guessed
But Morgun lunged, last might did plunge the blade of his faithfull dagger
Into the chest where evil rest and the dragon begun to stagger
An’ now her arrow cut the marrow and bleed the scaly villian
It fell at last it’s day now past of pillage, havoc an’ killin’
To his side a’fore he died an’ father behold his daughter
With her kiss she promise this, “Gorto will I slaughter.”
The lass avow if gods allow to hunt the wizard down
From lusty lore passed down before she know where he be found
All through his keep the fairy creep and find her chosen quary
'Pon his throne and unbeknown a reason to be wary
Now a’fore he knew, she bend her yew and string her weapon taught
As Gorto turn he see the burn of deed that he had wrought
Chee-la-too need ‘er best bolt o’ cedar, seasoned straight an’ true
It’s edge she kiss then TWANG an’ HISSSSS through his black heart it flew
Wi’ promise kept the lassie wept her spirit stained an’ broken
She think agin’ of Morgun’s land, land yet in his blood a soakin’
She return once more to darkened door, door of Morgun the Troll
Bowed she mourn his body torn but rejoice in his gloried soul.
The End
© '06 Sam Richmond