Creative rhyming

(gee, thanks, Talysia!)

along the beach, coming up from the sea

a horde of soldiers, grim and fell....

 
Oops. Sorry. Guess I misunderstood...:eek:


Looking as though they had come up from hell...

Armed to the teeth with slings, spears and swords...
 
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And, as everyone knows, that sheep can be trouble...


So she summoned her courage and faced the dark lord...


(A sheep called Bubble?:))
 
Winked, pinched her bum,and said with some pride

"Did you think you could tackle Him all by yourself ?...
 
to help you do what you must do!

She took her fathers sword in hand,...
 
regardless of any physical danger,
rushed down the slope and into the throng...
 
and the swoosh of her sword made an unusual deathsong...

as she aimed for the leader, and the sword found its' mark...
 
and at that exact instant everything went dark

as black as tar it dampened all sound...
 
as one they would fight and make their stand

a flash of white light; the stranger transformed...
 
And surprised, she felt that her clasped hand was warmed.

She gasped. The strange being with her was black winged no more...
 
but snow-white in plumage, from head down to floor

A great, fiery broadsword he held in his hand.....
 
...Which the angel-like being used just as he'd planned.

In a great shower of sparks, he swung at the rest of the foes...
 

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