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Morgun the Troll
Contributed by
feralpen
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Saturday, 10th February 2007 @ 10:00:57 PM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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Morgun the Troll
Morguns End
Bitter end came to the wars of elves, elves an trolls an men
Morgun trolls heart filled wi bile, they had won agin
Nothin more was left for him but to homeward suffer
So Morgun turnt his track to home, an wisht he had some supper
On the fringe of battlefield the little bundle lay
A wage of war, thought Morgun, Ill 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 turnt to turnips, boilt er baked er fried?
A lovely stew or skillet fry, twas all so hard to choose
Such tender meat were meant to eat wi lots o tasty juice
Now crost the crags and down the dale Morgun made his way
Wi last o light afore the night his door hed make today
A candle lit, no time to sit, he quickly fueled a fire
An peel the turnips in the pot whilst 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 afore he lay to rest
What break the still on mornin chill.? Did Morgun hear a wimper?
Wot so distress, me litl mess, afore you me life were simpler.
But that little spot his heart had got, had grown all through the night
Four hunnerd years hed 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 shed grown
An grew her beauty twicet as much it please his agin eye
As Morguns 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 hed not stop er, shed 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 Morguns home to kill the gnome and on his bones to feast
Bring back the elf, for me, mineself, he charged the dower dragon
Ive a potion twill 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 prest
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 its day now past of pillage, havoc an killin
To his side afore 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
afore 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
Its 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 Morguns 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
Copyright ©
feralpen
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2007-02-10 22:00:57]
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Re: Morgun the Troll
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by yangdantien on
Saturday, 10th February 2007 @ 10:21:42 PM AEST
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This is great I want more. Bravo & Well Done.
Peace
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Re: Morgun the Troll
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by shelby on
Sunday, 11th February 2007 @ 06:34:34 PM AEST
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It is nice to see this type of write back here in the halls of ypdc. I loved it.
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Re: Morgun the Troll
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by Eternal_Dreamer on
Monday, 12th February 2007 @ 04:04:39 AM AEST
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Oh my how much I loved & enjoyed reading this. I was wondering if I could please make a copy and read it out to my children. They would so much love to hear this wonderful story. Thank you so so much for you reminded me so much of Banjo Patterson one of my fav. aussie poets.
I hope to read some more of your wonderful poetry. Thanks so much for sharing this with us~
*warm hugs n smiles*
sue m |
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