[NightHawk]: 105.NightHawk's Poetry Index.The Romance of Lord

The Romance of Lord Kalinor Vhorn

Lord Kalinor Vhorn was a mighty fine lord,
A mighty fine lord was he,
He ruled his land with a steady, fair hand,
With a steady hand rule did he.

Unknown to his slaves and other knaves,
To taverns at night went he,
To party and drink till he drank to the brink,
Of drunkenness' brink drank he.

One such night, he caught a sight,
A sight of a lady saw he,
Prettier than a butterfly, with a voice small and shy,
Compare her to a bug did he.

Striding thence, his nerves went tense,
More nervous than a mouse was he,
He offered a seat and a bite to eat,
"Why, thank you," said she to he.

The next night came, but it wasn't the same,
Without the lady, thought he,
She seemed the one who should bear his sons,
Many of which wanted he.

So he took his quill and sat on his sill,
And a letter to her wrote he:
"Dear Lady Good, if you would,
At the lake tonight meet me."

So off he sauntered, to the edge of the water,
And waited for her did he,
She finally came, the pretty young dame,
And greet him there did she.

Kalinor Vhorn knelt on one knee and then he addressed his plea:
"O, Lady Good, please marry me."
She covered her mouth and turned to the south,
And ponder the question did she.

"I deeply regret, but I am already wed,
To a man as fine as can be.
But, if you wish, I will give you a kiss
Then you shall leave me to me."

Her reply froze his soul as they sat on the knoll,
And deeply inside hurt he,
But nevertheless, he had tried his best,
And to her present his lips did he.

Her lips met his, and the air started to fizz,
For a powerful spell cast she,
When away went the light, and return did their sight,
A frog the lord would forever be.

"Goodbye," said she to Lord Kalinor Vhorn, whose soul had been torn,
And he wept as leave him did she,
So there he sat, the poor, slimy bloke, eating flies 'til the day that he croaked,
And thus ends this epic storee.

I regret to say, that to that very day,
About her, ponder did he,
But now he is dead, as has already been said,
Asleep forever shall he be.