Chant I (1/10)A Poem by Paper Forks
Chant I
Once there was a Champion, justice he protected; though granted with ample adulation his humility kept his feet grounded. Missions he took were of brave conviction, he came rushing to where he was needed. His physique so grand, words lacked description; he trained his body until exhausted. Forever he longed for one companion, standards so high, they left him deserted. A lad with promise came as a vision, with so much excitement, he then started his search. He left Affronta City with such absurd haste, he only managed to grab his axe-sword and a bag of gold coins laced to his waist. Neglected the call of his noble lord, his status of grandeur was then defaced. Ignored the hindrances he can't afford, he journeyed the lands with no time to waste. Every city he passed were all explored, his feelings were slowly being misplaced. one day he stumbled upon an ad board: a hero for hire that meets his expectation. He looked at the ad board and read it carefully-- at first he was shocked, then filled with dismay. A man used his name with perversity, his wrath came upon, reasons shut away. He grabbed the board then crushed it thoroughly, the crowd was shocked by his power display. He gazed at everyone so forcefully, the crowd responded by shying away. One kid, however, remained comfortably. He said, "I know where he is, by the way." The Champion grabbed the kid and asked, "Where's the f****r?" © 2016 Paper ForksAuthor's Note
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