Post by Rαυεη on Jul 19, 2007 7:41:28 GMT -5
"Walking in the woods was a mother and child,
Little did they know of the human wild,
Walking along the child did but count,
As seconds tick by the bandit waited to pounce.
As they got closer excitement grew,
He didn't have to move they already knew,
They tried to run but failed and fell,
Mothers ankle grew and swell,
Feared as the two the bandit flew,
Gripped his sword and both he slew,
Down the teddy bear went till it hit the ground,
The woods were silent, not a single sound.
The bears seem they gripped and emerged a new,
An enormous bear who was twice of you,
He gripped the bandit and tore him to pieces,
The bandit was spread like crimson faeces.
The tale of this story is a tale of fight,
Leave the woods when they wail in the night,
For the bear is waiting for another kill,
Your life is worth more than the thrill."
This poem has been often studied by scholars although the origin and poet is unknown. This poem also has a divine bearing, shamans claim that it was Cyric who blessed the childs stuffed animal with negative energy because the crime committed offended even the God of Murder. Now the bear roams the Appleberry woods where the child and mother died slaying anyone who resembles a bandit. Although sightings exist, they have yet to be confirmed with proof.
Little did they know of the human wild,
Walking along the child did but count,
As seconds tick by the bandit waited to pounce.
As they got closer excitement grew,
He didn't have to move they already knew,
They tried to run but failed and fell,
Mothers ankle grew and swell,
Feared as the two the bandit flew,
Gripped his sword and both he slew,
Down the teddy bear went till it hit the ground,
The woods were silent, not a single sound.
The bears seem they gripped and emerged a new,
An enormous bear who was twice of you,
He gripped the bandit and tore him to pieces,
The bandit was spread like crimson faeces.
The tale of this story is a tale of fight,
Leave the woods when they wail in the night,
For the bear is waiting for another kill,
Your life is worth more than the thrill."
This poem has been often studied by scholars although the origin and poet is unknown. This poem also has a divine bearing, shamans claim that it was Cyric who blessed the childs stuffed animal with negative energy because the crime committed offended even the God of Murder. Now the bear roams the Appleberry woods where the child and mother died slaying anyone who resembles a bandit. Although sightings exist, they have yet to be confirmed with proof.
