Acacius lay battered and bruised His solo encounter with the trolls Did not go as well as he had planned In fact it nearly cost him his life
Engaging an overly angry one That wore a crown made of femurs Acacius now lay broken Beneath the forest canopy
Even with the surges of adrenaline Acacius could not help but yell Hoping that somebody could hear His mutilated and bloody calls for help
Galdor appeared from the distance As the crouching troll took aim And with a mighty blow from his sword Severed the beast's jugular
Barring sharp canines The troll limped away Leaving its bloody trail As it was now held at bay
Acacius was in dire need Of some form of assistance Luckily Galdor was there To resuscitate his lifelong friend
The tendons in his poor legs Wished to simply give way But Galdor dragged Acacius Back to the castle far away
Once home, Acacius's emotions Started to get the best of him And months of strenuous muscular Combat training did Acacius begin Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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