MalReynolds
12-15-2003, 07:35 PM
People told me to move the story here, soooo...
The day was quiet as the slaves gathered around,
All wearing smiles, never a frown,
Out went the sacks and rakes onto the field
The harvest of knowledge this season would yield…
Minutes went by, with still no Master,
Had he forgotten? Perhaps a disaster…
When the sirens went off, the slaves sat still,
And in walked the replacement, Elwyn Finkzil…
Elwyn was a dragon, as you may have guessed,
Covered in scales and horribly dressed…
Her hair was stringy and long,
She thought she could do no wrong.
A tail that could crush a man,
And teeth that could destroy on command,
Blood stained her scales, from meals long past,
How long could these poor slaves last?
Up to the top, she took the front,
And opened her mouth with a mighty grunt.
And out came a cry, as loud as could be,
A cry that could deafen both you and me.
“Settle down, slaves, or I’ll teach you a lesson!
I am not one you’ll want to be messin’!
Straight out of the cave, and slave mastery’s my game,
And if you cross me, there will be pain…”
The slaves shied away and began to work,
When the Lizard of the group, the lonely old jerk,
Decided that it would be great fun
To cross the dragon, and he was the one
That spoke out against her, and to the front the was sent,
His head bowed down in a sulk of lament.
He was to be a martyr to all the others, a brave example,
Of what not to do, his punishment was ample.
Another young fellow, a lively young chap,
Up and decided to open his yap!
And out of the field to the dungeon was he,
Happy to escape such a hellious deity.
One boy and his shirt which was stained,
Braved the dragon, he did complain,
To the house he went to get a new shirt,
This one not covered in someone’s stomach dirt.
And back to the field he slowly walked, ambling,
When who did he pass? Elwyn, rambling.
He stopped and spoke to the Dragon of Jolt,
“Why did you leave them? The slaves will revolt!”
She stopped and turned, flames in her eyes,
“Get back to the field or it’s your demise!’
Elweyn’s face was bloody, a mix of iron and mud,
And off she stomped with a loud thud,
And young slave Michael walked down the hill,
Going to the field, just past the mill.
When he approached the field, there were sentry guards at post,
Asking so many questions, “What, who and how” were asked the most.
The young slave was confused about what had occurred,
Until the guards started shouting, back to his rake he was lured,
By the answers to his undying question:
Just what had happened in this Hollow Bastion?
He shuffled to the back, and took up his rake,
Where many voices with him he did take.
“A mace hit the dragon, square in the jaw!
The slaves went wild, crazy, happy with awe!
For the Lizard man was the one that attacked, like a horse chomping at the bit!”
But poor slave Michael already knew it.
It was a matter of time before the owners arrived,
From many a slave, answers the derived.
And infuriated they were, their eyes filled with rage!
Anyone that had seen the Mace was locked in a cage!
And the slaves that had touched it were the bravest of all,
They admitted their crime, and it was their downfall.
For death was the penalty that they were put,
Or leave the plantation and never set foot,
In this happy place of work for two to four years!
A judging like this brought on so many jeers.
For when the regular Master of the slaves did return,
He put all the slaves to work, each in turn.
All day they worked, well into the night,
Working their hardest with all their might…
Never getting a break, there was no haven,
No place to hide that they were safe in,
Not even the bunks! He even worked them then,
Many not sleeping, but waiting to begin.
And so it continued for many a day,
Until the Master absolved the crime with a loud, “Hurray!”
And things went back like before her…
But all dragon slayings of the future he did deter.
And what of the Dragon, old Elwyn you ask?
She went back to her cave, in failure to bask.
Until the end of her time as a fiery dragoness,
Never again did she acquiesce
To return to the field where the slaves did revolt,
And her cave was sealed with a mighty and large bolt!
That, dear children, is the end of this tale,
Names have been changes lest it become stale.
And the slaves lived happily ever after,
That is, until the next disaster.
But that, young faces, is a different story,
Another chapter in this Plantation’s memory.
The End
_________________________
Thanks for reading.
Mal
The day was quiet as the slaves gathered around,
All wearing smiles, never a frown,
Out went the sacks and rakes onto the field
The harvest of knowledge this season would yield…
Minutes went by, with still no Master,
Had he forgotten? Perhaps a disaster…
When the sirens went off, the slaves sat still,
And in walked the replacement, Elwyn Finkzil…
Elwyn was a dragon, as you may have guessed,
Covered in scales and horribly dressed…
Her hair was stringy and long,
She thought she could do no wrong.
A tail that could crush a man,
And teeth that could destroy on command,
Blood stained her scales, from meals long past,
How long could these poor slaves last?
Up to the top, she took the front,
And opened her mouth with a mighty grunt.
And out came a cry, as loud as could be,
A cry that could deafen both you and me.
“Settle down, slaves, or I’ll teach you a lesson!
I am not one you’ll want to be messin’!
Straight out of the cave, and slave mastery’s my game,
And if you cross me, there will be pain…”
The slaves shied away and began to work,
When the Lizard of the group, the lonely old jerk,
Decided that it would be great fun
To cross the dragon, and he was the one
That spoke out against her, and to the front the was sent,
His head bowed down in a sulk of lament.
He was to be a martyr to all the others, a brave example,
Of what not to do, his punishment was ample.
Another young fellow, a lively young chap,
Up and decided to open his yap!
And out of the field to the dungeon was he,
Happy to escape such a hellious deity.
One boy and his shirt which was stained,
Braved the dragon, he did complain,
To the house he went to get a new shirt,
This one not covered in someone’s stomach dirt.
And back to the field he slowly walked, ambling,
When who did he pass? Elwyn, rambling.
He stopped and spoke to the Dragon of Jolt,
“Why did you leave them? The slaves will revolt!”
She stopped and turned, flames in her eyes,
“Get back to the field or it’s your demise!’
Elweyn’s face was bloody, a mix of iron and mud,
And off she stomped with a loud thud,
And young slave Michael walked down the hill,
Going to the field, just past the mill.
When he approached the field, there were sentry guards at post,
Asking so many questions, “What, who and how” were asked the most.
The young slave was confused about what had occurred,
Until the guards started shouting, back to his rake he was lured,
By the answers to his undying question:
Just what had happened in this Hollow Bastion?
He shuffled to the back, and took up his rake,
Where many voices with him he did take.
“A mace hit the dragon, square in the jaw!
The slaves went wild, crazy, happy with awe!
For the Lizard man was the one that attacked, like a horse chomping at the bit!”
But poor slave Michael already knew it.
It was a matter of time before the owners arrived,
From many a slave, answers the derived.
And infuriated they were, their eyes filled with rage!
Anyone that had seen the Mace was locked in a cage!
And the slaves that had touched it were the bravest of all,
They admitted their crime, and it was their downfall.
For death was the penalty that they were put,
Or leave the plantation and never set foot,
In this happy place of work for two to four years!
A judging like this brought on so many jeers.
For when the regular Master of the slaves did return,
He put all the slaves to work, each in turn.
All day they worked, well into the night,
Working their hardest with all their might…
Never getting a break, there was no haven,
No place to hide that they were safe in,
Not even the bunks! He even worked them then,
Many not sleeping, but waiting to begin.
And so it continued for many a day,
Until the Master absolved the crime with a loud, “Hurray!”
And things went back like before her…
But all dragon slayings of the future he did deter.
And what of the Dragon, old Elwyn you ask?
She went back to her cave, in failure to bask.
Until the end of her time as a fiery dragoness,
Never again did she acquiesce
To return to the field where the slaves did revolt,
And her cave was sealed with a mighty and large bolt!
That, dear children, is the end of this tale,
Names have been changes lest it become stale.
And the slaves lived happily ever after,
That is, until the next disaster.
But that, young faces, is a different story,
Another chapter in this Plantation’s memory.
The End
_________________________
Thanks for reading.
Mal