Watching from on high
Everyone going by
Seeing all that is done
Overlooking none
The good and the bad
The happy and the sad
Always keeping score
Of every marked door
Ready with a helping hand
For those in sinking sand
Or tossing a lightning bolt
At those who are in revolt
Here is the mysterious tale
Of the Guardian of the Vale
The pillage was ever so swift
Three thugs forced their desire
Upon poor William Lyft
Raping and tossing him atop the thorn briar
Robbing, they emptied his pockets
They left him for dead
Not bothering to close his eye sockets
The ravens came and pecked at his head
Unable to move, lying there, a broken man
Tears in his eyes, a prayer on his lips
He called upon the power of the Daimon
When the lightning flashed, he felt it in his fingertips
William was raised high in the air
His eyes were pouring burning tears
And all he could do was stare
For he was held in the arms
Of the Goddess Nemesis
Dismissing all his screaming alarms
He stroked the face of his rescuing Missus
Safely placing him along the path
She spoke aloud an ancient chant
To give him the power of Justifiable Wrath
As She lay Her hands atop his head, he began to pant
As William’s Holy Savior turned and walked away
William straightened, his wounds having disappeared
Looking over the valley, his body began to sway
With a heat, his body suddenly had armor appear
Muscles filling in where none had been before
His glasses were blurry and utterly useless
Smiling, he went to even the score
Finding them trying to take advantage of the clueless
With a roar of pure undiluted fury
William did serve out a justice most deserving
Unsure why, he knew he was done when he smelt curry
So he stopped, leaving, honoring the Goddess he was serving
Night after night
Day after day
William listened with all his might
For any thugs he needed to slay
Young and old
Male and Female
His services could never be sold
In times of need, he did not stall
Down from his mountaintop
To protect the people of the vale
Forcing criminals to stop
Evil swept aside with the power of a gale
Catching the crooks
Flushing out those on the lam
Flying as high as the rooks
For criminals, he doesn’t give a damn
The innocent, he will protect
His service forsworn by Nemesis
A Paladin's sacred oath he has kept
No lips will he ever kiss
Alone, he has remained
No tears from his eyes leak
Acceptance of his fate is obtained
Busy guarding the weak
A gift of long life
In exchange for celibacy
His mind, as sharp as a knife
Slicing through lies with delicacy
His Mistress
A hard Taskmaker
She takes with interest
Her instrument, his sword of nacre
Holding it high
Our Hero stands tall
Don’t you dare look him in his left eye
And cover your ears to his battle call
So if you’re ever out on the town
Day or night, night or day
Or even in your house, sitting down
No matter if it’s Friday, Monday, or Sunday
There’s no reason to take fright
For the Guardian of the Vale
Has only come to set things right
Becoming what the legends tell
Passed down from one ear to another
Each generation has eagerly awaited
For a sighting of this Hero Brother
By the light of day
His power holds sway
In the dark of night
The Goddess grants him might
Evildoers hold no ground
He chases them like a hound
Cleansing the town
Never accepting a ruler’s crown
Happy to reside above
Showering his Mistress with his Love
Always steady
Always ready
The Hero of the Tale
The Guardian of the Vale
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Loved the pictures Sharon. - Great Work - Nicely Done!!
This could so easily be a children's book. Great story poem Mother Combs!
Liking your narrative style poem Mother Combs! 😊 Haven’t seen you writing as much. Hope all is well. Best.
I love how I get the fast rhythm. Introduction. Motives. Vibes and theme. All at once. The words are strong. It fits very well with the violence against poor William Lyft. Felt the lightening in his fingertips? Sounds very painful. 😖 Oh I can just imagine what that ancient chant sounded like. Ooo the armour appearing. I love how vivid this ballad is. Full of action, energy and command. When he did what now? Curry. I love when a line hits unexpectedly. I like how he had no favourite. Just capturing whatever he catches. 'For criminals he doesn't give a damn' love this line. 'don't you dare look him in his left eyes' the rhymes are really good here. 'The hero of the tale The guardian of the vale.' loved the closing line. Strangely enough I feel protected. This was both outstanding and entertaining MC 🤗❤️
I wonder if the goddess is still issuing magical gifts. I could use some. I absolutely love this fantastic tale MC. Well writ.
WOW 😲
Well-wrought! May justice be served!
I loved the pictures! Magical poem! Love it, Combs! 💖🌟
Whoaaa, this was stupendous! Loved it so much. Also, he smelt curry? Someone was cooking? 😅😅
A fantasy hero like no other. such a great tale.
An epic tale, we could certainly use a few like William around.
A superhero I would like in my vale. In true Illyad and the Oddessey, MC style.
A true modern fable of justice and guardianship!
I love Nemesis! Glad to see her get a hero to do her bidding. The accompanying illustrations make me think that this would make a great graphic novel.