The Epic of GHS

This is little epic I wrote in English class while I was supposed to be reading the Odyssey. It's quite interesting.

In a land far away there lived a maiden,

Her eyes of darkness and hair red-raven,

She looked to life as a decision mistaken.

 

She would roam the lands of the School,

Gazing over the roads and wading in Furie Pool,

Deepshikha her name, and the bow her tool.

 

 

A being filled with endless delight,

Whose irises are were as dark as night,

Her needs were pen and parchment at her side.

 

This maiden was Bhavana, a fair one as any,

Suitors she did not look for, but she had many,

She escaped them one day, only to find te Fuze Penny.

 

 

Looking through crystal glass,

Shattered, scattered among the mass,

Sarcasm was her attitude- and crass.

 

Ivory her skin and ebony her mane,

Never changing- forever the same,

Sorrow, depression her nature, and Arah her name.

 

 

Full of fire, mirth, and spirit,

Whose dark green eyes that appeared star-lit,

She was the wielder of imagination, sword and wit.

 

Hair of night, she was gentler that it had seemed,

Tall and fierce, she outsmarted all with her intellect keen,

She was Elaine, lover of forests green.

 

 

She would look around with a silent voice,

Her name Joy, not short for Joyce,

She lived in her land of Dreams, Frintora Loice.

 

Her fiery hair brought darkness to light,

Eyes of darkness that twinkled in the light,

She would be the enemy, or the savior, a knight.

 

 

These five maidens, fairest in the land,

Although they knew not each other, would be united at sand,

They would adventure through GHS, to save their beloved land.

 

Let us begin the journey east,

To the realm of Ferepuer the Beast,

To a maiden searching for some fabled Yeast.

Maiden of the Lands of Bluegrass

 

It was dawn in the ream of Ferepuer,

The maiden's task hung heavy in the air,

She entered His realm, seemingly without a care.

 

Within the forest she searched and searched,

Scanning through the foliage- on a branch she pearched,

At last! She saw her prize, in a cave of Elder Birch.

 

Maiden Deepshikha jumped- hands gripping with the sureness of a claw of the lobster,

Her spirits high- a childish prankster,

But alas! Only to crash when she saw the monster.

 

Her mouth and eyes opened in fear,

When she saw the hideous beast standing near,

The maiden puller out her sword; his flesh, she prepeared to tear.

 

The sensation of battle rushed through her,

As she fought the beast- piercing his thick fur,

His blood flowed on her- and her wrath he incured.

 

When at last he was violently slain,

The beast became a boy- who near her feet had lain,

His soft breath coming in shallow disdain.

 

Kneeling before him she said,

Holding him with the greatest dread,

"You foul beast, why are you not dead?"

 

He looked into her mysterious eyes,

Knowing his life was naught but lies,

Breaking out in tears he cried;

 

"My fair lady, do believe me,

I was cursed for greed by the spirit of the Elder Birch tree,

A monster I became, and now I am to love you, see?"

 

Maiden Deepshikha was greately appalled,

For she was bound to another, for whom which her heart stalled,

So she slapped the boy and to him she called;

 

"Silly boy, my heart is taken,

Get up and to another lady be brazen,

Otherwise I shall poison you, lest you be mistaken."

 

"Oh woe is me," the boy cried,

"I have utterly failed, but at leat I tried!"

And so he took his last breath and woefully died.

 

 The Maiden continued- the Great Yeast she gathered,

Her spirit, with the boy's death, slightly battered,

But then! As she looked up her heart clamored.

 

For threr stood Joel, the knight of her dreams,

She ran into his arms, he alives with her means,

In love they walked inthe rythym of Santilli Stream.

 

He took her hand and through the light,

They wandered through the Realm, deep in love's might,

And behold! They were quite a sight.

 

At last they came to their wandering's end,

On a soft moss, nuch like a bed,

He looked at her, and softly said;

 

"My love, I must say something terrible,

And I know this day has been the most delectable,

But I must go fight a plague more terrible."

 

She looked in his sweet eyes and cried out,

"my love, be brave and your strength do not doubt,

Came back love, as the wickidness is gone- tarry you must not."

 

He took the fair maiden in his arms, they both in tears,

Her wild imagination driving her fears,

They walked through dreams together, he holding her dear.

 

The next morning as she woke.

There no sigh of him- but a spell she spoke,

"Give strength to my love, oh great Magyk of Olde Oak!"

 

She sent her will far away,

He felt her spell and his sprirts became gay,

And the Maiden Deepshikha continued her way.

 

Maiden of the Land of Jefferson

 

In the green Land of Jefferson,

Where the Grasses grew tall- basked in the shining sun,

There lived a maiden, fair and witty, and rather handy with a gun.

 

She had many suitors, most from Lands afar,

They loved her so; she was their shining star,

But she hated them so, offering to them her 'special' Water of Taar.

 

When that failed- which indeed it was bound to- a quest she undertook,

To find the best suitor, for whom her heart shook,

One that had his wits and brawn, and not just petty looks!

Author's Note

This is a work in progress...And I think the rhyming could be better.
Any suggestions?

Reviews

[AFX787359]

It's an interesting way to present you cilque... XD LOL. I must say that it had me both laughing and enraptured. It's very well written.

Bhavana has suitors seeking her hand?

You have a lover fighting a war??? LOL! XD

[Electric Green Earth Ch..]

oh my, i am in love with this piece of writing. I don't know if you are familiar with Lord of the Rings, but this totally reminded me of that.

It's gorgeous.

VERY nice work!