Posted in miscellaneous, original

The Old Bridge

Cross the old bridge did she, unmindful of the heavy rain

‘Twas a night like no other you see, for fate was with her and glory to gain

For the land was plagued with a terrible thing,

As horrid as what’s written on The Lord of The Rings

The beats must be stopped, it must be beaten

Its head must be chopped, for thousands it has eaten

Something lurks behind the shadows, catching up to her as she runs

Suddenly, as if like rain, thousands of arrows; the mission has officially begun

She stops and spins around, took out the shield of golden

Ducks and covers, hits the ground; the legendary shield of magic beholden

(to be continued…)

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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