Narratio Fabella -Poetry -

Tale (Origin)

There once came a heroic prophecy,
That would come to save a fertile land,
It came with lot of hurdle,
Heroes was putted through some tests.

Some test was pretty easy,
They would just have to swing,
If they fail that test— they'll meet one ending,
A glorious death, it is.

But many didn't swing their swords,
They'll put up with the king's words,
The king gave them another chance,
But they point them to the queen's hands.

The king got mad and rage,
He said 'You shalt be beheaded!'
The heroes just nodded,
Their eyes filled with anger.

Yet, the king was not satisfied,
He took back all his orders,
The heroes said 'It's over,
We will never swing our swords to the innocents.'

The heroes was strong willed,
A definite justice,
They were put through some hell,
Till some gave in while some lose their minds.

A hero asked the king,
'Don't you need a hero,
To save your gold?
Ain't your land supposed to be in danger,
While you did this utterly nonsense?'

The hero spoke the truth,
The king broke in sweats,
He charged him like a traitor,
By sentencing him to death.

A hero, he is,
While he's a supposedly a death row,
All criminals pitying him,
As he accepted this woe.

They plotted some schemes,
To let the poor hero out from the chains,
They tricked the guards,
They bribe the guards,
They could even kill the guards.

Yet, the schemes got to the kind hero's ear,
He clearly protesting,
He told them 'Why would you do so far,
For him,' he sought,
So, an answer he got.

They told him,
They felt guilt if they didn't help him to cross over,
The hero closed his eyes,
He can't help but realize,
Why would they need a hero,
If their criminals was this kind?

He looked at them in amazement,
An answer he had found,
He would do anything to,
Save this plague-stricken town.

They went on with their plans,
A further more they danced,
On the palm of the king,
As the queen's pawn in chess.

As the plans got through,
A success clear and smooth,
But don't you celebrate just yet,
The main feast is yet to come.

They went further in the tunnel,
Where the prisoners used to escape,
All dark and full of cobwebs,
A good house for rats.

The hero crawled and crawled,
With his comrade big and small,
They push on to survive,
But the king caught on their move.

All traps they evaded,
They thought in joy,
But it faded,
Once a bow hit a prisoner,
The wall was full of traps and bows.

'The king had us in his palm,'
They shouted —keep their calm,
As bows keeps on shooting,
Its death blow to all of those row.

The king smile so sweetly,
He got his revenge so brightly,
Once the hero is defeated,
His power can't be beaten.

While he's smiling till his ears,
The hero outwitted him with no fear,
Turns out the queen was a mother,
To the kind hero, he mutter.

The queen was quick to grab his fangs,
He put him immobile,
Then came the hero with his name,
A royal, he is,
He walk through the isle,
With ease he whispered in his father's ears.

'Oh, a demon lord had you become,
Art thou longer no my father,
You're just a monster,
In a human skin,
Disguising as one of the lord you've killed,
You killed your emotion,
Replaced it with your greed,
Greeder you've became,
Later your people's hearts bleed.'

He announced,
'A song I will make,
As I travel down the seas,
Let there be no more victim,
Of this heartless cruel disguise,
Of a human with demise.'

Further then he chopped the king's head,
Just a pop could be heard,
A king that was originally kind and wise,
Turned so grotesque, oh had he revise,
All the foresight he had seen,
He won't be able to win,
Againts his kind and wise son,
And his mother— the queen's most loved son.

That was the end of the story,
How a land was saved from calamity,
A king's head was offered as sacrifice,
By his son, a hero justifies.

What happened then to the hero?
He then travelled through seven seas,
He now could see a foresight,
That he received as a blessing.
There are ones he ought to help,
He gave them warning by singing,
He makes so to present,
Their cruel fate awaiting.

'The village's bard,'
A name they gave,
Even when he came from the palace,
He was kind to the kinds,
And cruel to the bads,
He justifies all the bad things,
That came so wild to bring,
Calamities like plague,
He chose to stay,
A love he got ,
To the people he sought.

A tale about a once a hero,
That was a prince,
Killed his father to save his people,
Travelled around,
To save others,
As the 'Village's Bard,'
He will always walk and warn,
A piece of mind,
He will continue,
Till he lost his life.