As today is World Poetry Day, I thought that I would have a go at a poem. I haven’t really done any poetry since school so it is probably a bit rough around the edges but enjoy anyway!
Under Troll Hill the warriors came, A wizard, a lord and a the lowliest knave.
To find ancient treasure was their noble quest, Only five thousand trolls and one dragon to best.
The Lord gave his orders and stepped to the rear, Whilst the knave drew their sword, waiting for trolls to appear.
The wizard he chanted and from his staff spurted flame, Turning to the trolls, he bowed and took aim.
‘Leave us in peace’, the Troll King was heard to declare, ‘Our Queen is lost and with her the treasure.’
The Lord laughed and mockingly said, ‘For all we care, your queen could be dead.’
The Troll King was angered and with venom replied, ‘Filthy humans, it’s time that you died!’
At the once the troll armies rushed forth in rage, So began the greatest battle of our age.
The Wizard’s magic was powerful and strong, Lightning and flame felled trolls in throngs.
‘Knave, use your sword!’ The Lord cried in fear, But this battle was too loud for the poor knave to hear.
‘Do not worry,’ the Wizard declared, ‘For now, my Lord, nearly all Trolls are dead.’
The Wizard stood tall and spread his arm’s wide, To show how thanks to his magic, nearly five thousand died.
The Lord raised his sword, declaring victory. ‘Knave, go forth, and bring the treasure to me!’
But before the Knave could go anywhere, A terrifying sound filled up the air.
All at once, the sky filled with shadow, As the dragon swooped in, long and low.
Flames spat from it nose, filling all with dread, ‘Who are these creatures?’ The dread dragon said.
‘Traitors and Murderers,’ The Troll King declared, ‘Thanks to these humans, my subjects are dead.’
The dragon roared and filled the air with fire, ‘For your crimes, the consequences are dire.’
The dragon raised its tail and in one second flat, Decapitated the wizard, and swallowed his hat.
He moved to the lord, red eye’s aflame, ‘Wait,’ cried the Lord. ‘Why not punish the Knave?’
The dragon he sneered, and then he declared, ‘Knave, show this Lord why your life will be spared.’
The knave then stepped forward, their head hanging down. And pulled back her hood to reveal her crown.
‘I am the Troll Queen and now I return’, ‘And now for your crimes, you shall now burn.’
‘You see, cowardly Lord, there was never any treasure,’ ‘Dear Dragon, kill him at your leisure.’
The Lord screamed as he was devoured by fire. The Dragon blew and blew and the flames rose higher.
‘My Queen,’ The Troll King meekly said, ‘I’m so happy you’re back, but everyone’s dead.’
‘Fear not, Dear King, The Troll Queen replied, And a dazzling light filled up her eyes.
Then all of lightning popped and cracked, And with a few magic words, the Troll Hoard was back.
‘My Queen,’ said the Dragon. ‘I now leave you in peace,’ ‘For on the bones of these interlopers I did happily feast.’
The Troll smiled and patted the Dragon’s head, ‘My thanks, Dear Dragon, without you we’d all surely be dead.’
The Dragon jumped and soared into the sky, Flying on the chants of Trolls singing goodbye.
And now dear reader, our story does end, Thank you for reading and being a friend.