A Klingon Tale

Poem written by Mythbhavd on Thursday 8, November 2007

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I wrote this quickly one night while playing a game online. One of the players gave us a brief history and I created this story from it and told it to the players.

Overall Rating: 85%

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Her prey crashed wildly down the trail Its hunter closing still In pain it turned to face her there Its only thought to kill She faced it proudly spear in hand Watching its every move Her eyes they focused on its own Her prowess she would prove Blood streaming down its side, it reached her in three strides its hunter tried to make her kill but was foiled by its hide She felt its tusks pierce her skin, And knew that she would die The black fleet was closing in When suddenly by her side A warrior proud stood over her and faced its deadly wrath, His blood flowed freely from his wounds and while he fought he laughed 'Join me now and be my bride!' He shouted as she watched His spear jabbed quickly toward the beast and its hide it notched. In despair it roared and growled And tried to turn to flee But in its path the woman knelt On her bended knee Her spear it flashed through the air And pierced its racing heart Her prey fell quickly to the ground And she watched its spirit depart. "What happened to our hunter fair and her warrior proud? The love they shared was fierce and deep And eternal was their vow. Her warrior died and joined the fleet that sails through death's dark realm And yet her heart is filled with pride She knows he's at the helm."
   

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