• In a summer during August so hot,
    Up upon the castle’s hills, men on horses trot:
    Come to win the maidens hand in marriage,
    And carry her off in a golden carriage.
    But the two young giddy men,
    Flint and Flan where the best of friends,
    So they could not duel to the death,
    Drawl out each others very last breath:
    For instead they planned to tell stories,
    Of love and adventure and worries.
    But it was fair game, the two of them,
    And either could win,
    For Flint wrote many epics and tragedies,
    And Flan made many sad stories.
    Both raised poor in oxford,
    Runts in the eyes of all lords,
    Depending on each others warmth,
    To survive storms from back and forth.
    Both searched for amora,
    From the blizzard like tops of mountains to the core of
    Boiling hot volcanoes that burned their skin,
    Searched the seas only to find woman with fins.
    As they passed the gates of the castle,
    Both of their eye’s dazzle,
    Determination both clear and hidden,
    Determined on nothing other but winning.
    The Mademoiselle finally to the men she came,
    And they both looked at the reward for the game,
    Red hair so curly,
    And she was a beautiful girl surely.
    A fair reward for a fair fight,
    To be in her arms for many days and nights.
    “Thank you, kind men, to your room now
    I’ll send and serve you food, but for now, lie down.”
    Her voice sounds like the anges speaking,
    That could stop even the saddest mother from weeping,
    And her accent sweet like the smell of a rose so red,
    That both men felt suddenly tired and in need of sleep in a bed.
    She was from a lullaby almost,
    Her voice like a toxic douse.
    Tonight, they’ll sleep,
    But she shall most likely creep
    Into their dreams, there thoughts,
    Never will a nightmare cross
    Into their minds.








    Morning comes upon there eyes,
    Trying to ignore their sleepy cries,
    For one more minute or two of rest,
    So their stories may be at there very best.
    Upon their golden hair, the sun illuminates a halo.
    Where did all the eagerness go?
    Flan gets up, slow with ache,
    Hoping the trip down the stairs he’ll make.
    He’ll go first maybe,
    And tell his adventure with the pirate Seabee:
    The one of sweet victory and glee,
    But cruel intentions unseen.
    Knocking upon her chamber door,
    The door opens, showing his amore.
    “Come in,” she says, and cupid appears,
    And hits him with arrows excluding fear.
    “Shall I tell the first story my lady?
    One that’ll make your cries as soft as a baby’s,
    One of merriment and joy,
    And forbidden love between a beast and poor boy.”
    With a yes, the maiden offers a golden chair,
    She smells of the best of France’s pears.
    “Long, long ago,” Flan stated the very beginning,
    His voice upon the walls sounded like he was singing.
    “Captain Seabee stopped on a shore of many islands upon
    The coast of Long John,
    Un-habituated, It seemed at first look, but contained the
    Beautiful mermaid named Seh
    Eyes as deep as the sea,
    That could drown any sailor without a scream.
    A tail like whale,
    One that with one swipe could break and man’s sail.
    Now in the sea’s prison Seh kept a man,
    Kept him as a prisoner for centuries, a man named San.
    He had once been her lover,
    But her being the sea’s mother,
    She would have to kill him one way or another,
    Unless her brothers,
    Shake in rage
    Kill him, becoming completely deranged.
    But once the Captain saw the beautiful mermaid
    He become engulfed in jealousy and rage,
    For he thought San was her man,
    And he landed his ship in the sand.
    His face red with anger,
    But he could not think of this sea beast a danger,
    San shrieked and bellowed,
    Trying to save the captain, but he shook his head and said no.
    “Go far away!” San had screamed,
    But the man was deaf it seemed,
    For like a tornado, he rushed to the beast’s arms,
    But instead over the hill appeared swarms
    Of Seh’s brothers, come to take San’s life,
    Instead to find Seabee attempting to make her his wife—“
    The maiden interrupted him, her tone sad.
    “Is the story’s ending going to be bad?
    Does the captain die?
    If so, how and why?”
    She was a curious one, she was.
    “No, no, I cannot tell because
    Where is the adventure in a read book?
    The whole point is to hook
    You in, make you love the characters,
    There faults, quality’s and love of the actors.
    And to make you love of all the plots,
    To make your tears fill many pots.”