This is mine and Brianna's epic poem written for Brit Lit. Yeah.
Spencer, with his steely stare, brought his mighty
hammer down on every heathen surrounding
the tusked beast that was his mount. It was crashing
and stomping every ugly, spiny creature
that surrounded it with their tearing claws. Their
whip tails cut into the mammoth’s course skin,
splattering the faces of the devilish
gremlins with hot blood from its ankles. The
hammer’s spiked garnish ripped through their boney
bodies, killing upon contact. They started
to climb Spencer’s sizable steed, scratching and
clawing at him. He looked back to his brothers
of war with a look of despair on his
battle-worn face. Every one of them was swamped
with claws and teeth, all fighting for their lives with
every ounce of strength they had. As Spencer was
beginning to feel as though there was nothing
to be done about the gremlins that persisted
to pour from the surrounding caves, a great
shadow overcame the expanse of the
mountainous forest. All that were living drew
from the fray, turning their faces to the sky.
Great birds, enormous eagles and owls, more
massive than any ever seen in this land,
swooped down among the warriors. They plucked
gremlins from the scene, taking as many as
ten at a time, in their colossal talons.
The sky warriors took what they could and snapped
the necks of the demonic creatures, eating
their fill of them. Spencer and his men were in
awe of the assistance they had received. They
took the opportunity to slash the throats
of the remaining cretins while they were still
dumbstruck at what was happening to their
brethren. At long last the battle began to
subside as the last of the grotesque beings
fell to the ground amongst crunching bones and gore.
But this poisonous plague persisted on to
Spencer not of its own accord. It seems the
evil came from within the walls of the king's
castle. “Brother. Why do you behave as though
your heart has iced. I see no reason to act
as a frosted glutton. You are more than
substantially taken care of. Leave the
power in my hands. It is my duty as
first kin to protect the people of the
palace. I take no interest in slaves, David.
I will not have you treating my people as
such.” David had had teeming thoughts toward his
brother’s tactics. He had always felt he would
make a superior ruler. He could have
spewed all that he had to say just then had
Spencer’s young daughter, Nina, a girl of
only fifteen, not floated into the room
with her long, golden curls bouncing behind
beautifully. David’s thoughts rounded on a
treacherous mind bloom. Days started to lapse and
Spencer had not seen any gesture of his
brother. He began to worry that David
was treading in sin. His fears were confirmed when
his sons came bursting through the door to the great
hall shouting that Nina had been taken from
her slumber nest only but an hour
ago. It was then that Spencer gathered his
war party, determined to detect his
daughter for he knew who had stolen her from
him. All had mounted their beasts of extravagant
equine and pachyderm and traversed to the
secluded realm they were certain they would find
a lair baited with the damsel. The danger
was well known, but it was a sacrifice to
be made for their king.
Now, at long last, the battle with the vicious
gremlins had subsided. Spencer dismounted
the wooly steed as he heard a dark voice from
deep within the largest of the caves. "With
unfathomable luck on your end, my
monsters have been vanquished. But you will not have
the girl so easily." David lifted his
powerful voice at his brother. "I will have
what I desire!! Your power will be mine!!" He
sprang at the king with a mighty death blade in
his grasp. It surely would have pierced Spencer's
battle-weakened heart, had one of his own
wounded warriors who lay between the two
not used the very last of his life to drive
his own sword directly through David's gut. Now
broken and bloodied, both bodies dropped at last
among the rest of the fallen, the last looks
of astonishment not entirely leaving
their expired expressions. Spencer and what was
left of his army stood in pure amazment
at what had just occured. His sudden sadness
for the death of his brother, however lost
he was to his power-hungry soul, took his
mind. Then the pride at the young man who had
given his own life to save his king, whose name
Spencer had not even known, flooded his heart.
Moments passed in silence for the fallen, but
Spencer regained the purpose of all of
the loss, and marched into the cavern where he
was certain his daughter was kept. And there,
along the wall, was the young girl, cold and weak
from the dampness. He scooped up his child and took
her away from the awful place, back home to
the kingdom where he and later his children
would forever rule.
Spencer not of its own accord. It seems the
evil came from within the walls of the king's
castle. “Brother. Why do you behave as though
your heart has iced. I see no reason to act
as a frosted glutton. You are more than
substantially taken care of. Leave the
power in my hands. It is my duty as
first kin to protect the people of the
palace. I take no interest in slaves, David.
I will not have you treating my people as
such.” David had had teeming thoughts toward his
brother’s tactics. He had always felt he would
make a superior ruler. He could have
spewed all that he had to say just then had
Spencer’s young daughter, Nina, a girl of
only fifteen, not floated into the room
with her long, golden curls bouncing behind
beautifully. David’s thoughts rounded on a
treacherous mind bloom. Days started to lapse and
Spencer had not seen any gesture of his
brother. He began to worry that David
was treading in sin. His fears were confirmed when
his sons came bursting through the door to the great
hall shouting that Nina had been taken from
her slumber nest only but an hour
ago. It was then that Spencer gathered his
war party, determined to detect his
daughter for he knew who had stolen her from
him. All had mounted their beasts of extravagant
equine and pachyderm and traversed to the
secluded realm they were certain they would find
a lair baited with the damsel. The danger
was well known, but it was a sacrifice to
be made for their king.
Now, at long last, the battle with the vicious
gremlins had subsided. Spencer dismounted
the wooly steed as he heard a dark voice from
deep within the largest of the caves. "With
unfathomable luck on your end, my
monsters have been vanquished. But you will not have
the girl so easily." David lifted his
powerful voice at his brother. "I will have
what I desire!! Your power will be mine!!" He
sprang at the king with a mighty death blade in
his grasp. It surely would have pierced Spencer's
battle-weakened heart, had one of his own
wounded warriors who lay between the two
not used the very last of his life to drive
his own sword directly through David's gut. Now
broken and bloodied, both bodies dropped at last
among the rest of the fallen, the last looks
of astonishment not entirely leaving
their expired expressions. Spencer and what was
left of his army stood in pure amazment
at what had just occured. His sudden sadness
for the death of his brother, however lost
he was to his power-hungry soul, took his
mind. Then the pride at the young man who had
given his own life to save his king, whose name
Spencer had not even known, flooded his heart.
Moments passed in silence for the fallen, but
Spencer regained the purpose of all of
the loss, and marched into the cavern where he
was certain his daughter was kept. And there,
along the wall, was the young girl, cold and weak
from the dampness. He scooped up his child and took
her away from the awful place, back home to
the kingdom where he and later his children
would forever rule.
