Poetry

Wench

The cave was damp as ever

But the night was worse than never

Oh how i wish i was back there

Dancing with that girl! Oh So Fair

But yet i had to entice some trouble

To cause a drunken struggle

But all i wanted to do that day

Was to stay away from the bears a bay

The Huns

Like romans to a man, we stood so tall

A great fullness took our fall

And yet when blade hit the flesh

We took up arms to our chest,

The Greatness nature of all us men

Inspired the varied who came to bend

But yet they came with a daring sickness

That rotted the core of our ability to rise, again

Traitor

In disbelief, it came to me

I sat there with cold feet

Poseidon call my name to him

Begging me of from my continuous disbelief

But yet when on the follow

I was only allowed the swallow

The swallowing of the sea of course

I was only left with a dreadful hollow