An Epic Poem by John Remmers

Last night, our family went on a Spring Break adventure to Medieval Times--a dinner theatre with knights and horses and all sorts of medieval fun!  While we were in the great hall, waiting to be shown to the stadium, John asked me for a piece of paper and a pen.  The following story had been downloaded into his brain and he spent the rest of the evening getting it down on paper, adding a few finishing touches this morning.  The result is so amazing, we had to share!

An Epic Poem
by John Remmers

Hello, good friend,
let me tell you a story–
one with much battle,
and much glory.
Our story begins with
one great lad
that protected his castle
in his home land.
He fought off evil
and was a hero,
but when the time came,
he turned into zero.
The times changed and
required armor,
and that meant
that he had to be stronger.
No matter how he tried,
he could not lift it up,
but plenty more
were strong enough.
Tools were invented–
bows and small swords–
he could use these,
but they would not fend off hordes.
He faded into obscurity,
replaced by another.
Then went to the streets
and used thieving as a cover,
until one day
of sadness and fright.
Will he regain his glory?
You know that, right?
Through the castle walls
the dragon came though
(not the most original villain,
but it will do).
He took the princess
(again, pretty stale–
Hey! Give me a break!
'Tis a medieval tale!)
Anyway, the knight stoop up
right on his horse
to defeat the dragon,
and save the princess, of course.
He arrived at the dragon's den–
the dragon now asleep–
but he awakened him with a
cut, pretty deep.
The dragon awoke
both in rage and in pain,
the battle had started
with the knight's gain.
The knight was unaware of
the dragon's big brain,
so he was flicked off
once and again.
The dragon was bored
of this pointless fight
so he breathed fire
with all of his might.
The fire weakened the
armor of the knight
and squashed him flat
that tragic night.
Hearing new of this
the thief remembered the old days–
all the glory,
and the knightly ways,
but he felt pride
and tried (although
this part of the story
you already know).
But the story doesn't end here
I won't leave you at a low.
Don't you want to hear the battle?
Ha ha!  I thought so!
Actually, the dragon
attacked that night.
What a perfect atmosphere for a fight!
The thief stepped forward
bow at hand–
the dragon couldn't stop laughing,
which he couldn't stand.
He hit the dragon.
It was now mad.
He wanted to shame him
really bad.
The dragon was getting hit
more than he liked,
so he breathed fire
in hope to end the fight.
However, all it did
was catch an arrow on fire.
He got hit with it,
and it weakened his power.
The thief poured a sleep powder
on his arrow to shoot,
and he stunned him once more
and got a knife from his boot.
He cut a hole of skin
and jumped back.
He poisoned an arrow
and shot through the crack.
The hero has triumphed,
the dragon slain,
the princess rescued,
the castle regained.
He was offered much gold
and the princess's kiss,
he could regain his glory
for no one would refuse this.
However, all this
he did not obtain,
He went back to the shadows,
never heard from again.