Luna and the Dovakiin (Poem)

by Okhlahoma Beat-Down

Cadence and The Bandit

Cadence was in a carriage when her guard took a painful blow,
she cowed behind a wheel, trying to stay low.
They all were wearing bits of random crap,
on their shields with their maces they did rap.

The Princess was worried, what if they caught her?
They'd take away her belongings and she'd be submitted to torture!
Her head on a spike might make a gruesome sight
Luna would be shocked to see that in the night!

Oh, how she wished she'd never made a big show,
then maybe her escort might have dodged the shot from the bow.
Even though in her mind there was dangerous, greedy strife,
none shall get her without a blow from her knife!

She jumped out of the highly raised door,
smacking her pink snout onto the floor.
'Ow, my nose!' She let out a cry,
Then she turned to give the carriage a quick evil eye.

The Bandit simply let out a throaty roar,
like you might hear if you 'P' off a wild boar.
He covered the distance in a few swift strides,
then sheathed his mace and connected it to his side.

'Do you have a large and decent amount of gold?
If that is not the case, your crown can be sold!'
He began once again to snort and chortle,
The way that made Cadence's blood curdle.

This time though, she swiped with her steel,
the amount of blood he lost turned his face teal.
He collapsed into the floor, his fate in the bag,
Cadence was not a noob, she did not teabag.

Instead of crouching up and down,
she simply smiled and straightened her crown.
Knowing she did what needed to be done,
she simply took off into the warm summer sun.

Now that poor lonely bandit had been beat,
She left him to cook, and for vultures to eat.
That goes to show you boys,
princesses DO use big boy's toys.

Comments

[MyDigitalHazard]

OMG I LOVE THIS!