Tzoli's Red Leather Journal

The Monster and the Reeve

For Tzoli, they fought a duel, the Monster and the Reeve.
For Tzoli, they fought a duel, for all they folks to see.
For Tzoli, they fought a duel, in the name of Fate.
For Tzoli, they fought a duel, one wanted her as his mate.

On the streets of Telantha, the people gathered ‘round.
On the streets of Telantha, the Monster stood his ground.
On the streets of Telantha, the pair drew their match.
On the streets of Telantha, their plots the pair did hatch.

From the kha they drew their spells, their fists lit up with flame.
From the kha they drew their spells, casting forth the blame.
From the kha they drew their spells, the Monster the Gods had blessed.
From the kha they drew their spells, this was their greatest test.

As fate drew lots against the men, the Monster he was healed.
As fate drew lots against the men, the Reeve would never yield.
As fate drew lots against the men, the people gasped in awe.
As fate drew lots against the men, this is what they saw.

On the streets the battle raged, the Monster consumed in fire.
On the streets the battle raged, the Gods, they drew him higher.
On the streets the battle raged, the Reeve, the Monster struck.
On the streets the battle raged,, the Reeve, he had no luck.

The Monster’s words, they filled the streets, “I want to make her mine.”
The Monster’s words, they filled the streets, “I fight for love divine.”
The Monster’s words, they filled the streets, his body still alight.
The Monster’s words, they filled the streets, but the Reeve still did fight.

The Reeve though scared, he flung his words, “I fight to keep her happy.”
The Reeve though scared, he flung his words, “I fight for what she can be.”
The Reeve though scared, he flung his words and lifted his blade up high.
The Reeve though scared, he flung his words and the Monster let out a cry.

With one last charge they both fought on, the Monster and the Reeve.
With one last charge they both fought on, the fight had no reprieve.
With one last charge they both fought on, the Monster filled with hate.
With one last charge they both fought on, and Balor wove this fate.

From inside his skull the rage burst out, the Monster burned his man.
From inside his skull the rage burst out, according to his God’s plan.
From inside his skull the rage burst out and still leaves us asking why.
From inside his skull the rage burst out, a horn grew from his eye.

The crowd grew silent and simply stared, but the Reeve could only act.
The crowd grew silent and simply stared as the Monster stumbled back.
The crowd grew silent and simply stared when the Monster howled in pain.
The crowd grew silent and simply stared when the Reeve victory he did claim.

So it was done, the Reeve had won but the Gods, they did not bless him.
So it was done, the Reeve had won and the fire ‘round the Monster did dim.
So it was done, the Reeve had won the crowd confused as could be.
So it was done, the Reeve had won this victory for a lass named Tzoli.

Who does Fate choose, for the blessed to lose on the field of war?
Who does Fate choose, for the blessed to lose and be cursed once more?
Who Fate does choose, for the blessed to lose, we mustn't ever question.
Who Fate does choose, for the blessed to lose, is Lord Balor's bastion.

This is the first roleplay that has inspired me into metered rhyme. (Yes, ever line is metered, say it aloud. It's almost iambic pentameter, but not quite.) You all should feel special. Hopefully, I will be able to make this all fable and epic like IC. We shall see.

Posted by Tzoli at October 26, 2005 12:44 PM