KimbelA Poem by EmmaKimbel Once
there was a valiant prince of the human world. Who,
being both brave and handsome, was famous over the bounds of the deep seas. One
day, while returning from a heroic exploit, He
came across a faerie princess, sitting with her maids near the river Lyst. “Fair
maid,” said he, “What is your name and where do you hail from?” She replied, “I
am Giselle, daughter of King Oneus. Who are you, brave knight? Clad in the bright, Armor of a hero?” He answered her, “I am, but
a vagabond. Charmed,
by your grace and beauty.” Although, later admitting that he was Prince Kimbel. Over
the summer months, the two royals fell deeply in love. Till
one day, Giselle arrived with tears streaming down the two white pillars of her
cheeks. She
proclaimed that a dragon had laid waste to the faerie palace. Now,
her father offered her hand in marriage to the man who could slay Hades’ slave. Not
heading the ardent protests of Giselle, Kimbel departed. He
would rather be a dead man than see her in the arms of another. Upon
reaching the faerie court, he demanded an audience, With
the noble and distinguished, lord over the faeries, King Oneus. Kimbel
was brought forth to the crown-bearer, who sat upon his throne, With
a shroud of melancholy wrapped around his bent shoulders. The
hero bowed low, “Good lord Oneus, of whom the poets sing. I
have come from the human realm to fight the beastly terror, Who
slaughters the innocent child and brings the mighty to their knees. You
may look upon my countenance and see only a weak human, But
I am not. I am Prince Kimbel, son of the famous King Kerke. I
have fought many a lethal monster and stared death itself in the face.” The
King, being charmed by the hero’s bravery, invited him to stay, Not
knowing the deep love Kimbel and Giselle had for one another. Following
a great feast, they retired in the remnants of the palace. Kimbel,
knowing the dragon flew at night, held his sword close as he slept. During
the darkest hour of night, when all was an inky cloud, A
dark shape ambled nearer, two burning furnaces were its eyes. Without
warning, it snapped a faerie knight in its iron jaws. Most
remained asleep, but Kimbel, heard the sickening snap of bones. The
mortal hero jumped up with his sword at the ready. Lysander,
the deathly shadow-wraith, looked upon the man with contempt. Hatred
filled his black heart at the mortal’s audacity. The
enemy of nature, opened his great mouth and spewed tongues of fire. The
two fought, making such a noise that the entire faerie court was aroused. Mayhem
broke loose as knights began throwing swords and spears at the beast’s head, But
soon they realized, that their sharp weapons merely glanced off the dragons
steel scales. Their
bold efforts were to no avail and all fled, except for brave Kimbel. More
than once, his skin was seared by the fiery breath of Lysander; Also,
in vain, he attempted to pierce the beast’s steely scales. Finally
when all seemed lost and both enemies were growing tired, Kimbel
severed a great, jagged boulder with his still sharp sword; Then,
with the last of his strength, he pushed the stone onto the dragon’s scaly right
arm. The
slave of Hades, screamed in pain at the weight of the crushing boulder, And
as his mouth was open, Kimbel threw his shining sword between the wide jaws. Again
the beast released a blood curdling shriek and spreading his black wings, Took
flight into the starless sky while blood still flowed profusely from his
severed arm. Faeries
watched Lysander, as he flew, then fell into the Abyss of Serpents. The
hero was triumphant and King Oneus kept his promise to the human. So
Kimbel and Giselle were married, and lived happily ever after.
The End
© 2015 EmmaAuthor's Note
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