Morgun The Troll

[awedfellow]

Morgun’s End

Bitter end came to the wars of elves, elves an’ trolls an’ men
Morgun troll’s heart filled wi’ bile, ‘they’ had won agin’
Nothin’ more was left for him but to homeward suffer
So Morgun turn’t his track to home, an’ wish’t he had some supper

On the fringe of battlefield the little bundle lay
"A wage of war, thought Morgun, I’ll have it if I may."
Inside he find a baby girl, the offspring of an elf
"Now me supper plans are made," an’ he took ‘er for hisself

In kippy sack ‘pon his back, did the morsel ride
His thought now turn’t to turnips, "boil’t ‘er baked ‘er fried?"
A lovely stew or skillet fry, t’was all so hard to choose
Such tender meat were meant to eat wi’ lots ‘o tasty juice

Now cros’t the crags and down the dale Morgun made his way
Wi’ last o’ light a’fore the night his door he’d make today
A candle lit, no time to sit, he quickly fueled a fire
An’ peel the turnips in the pot whils’t flicker flames come higher

Now from the sack the troll unpack the lovely elvin child
As blanket slip ‘pon her lip Morgun see her smile
A rumble in his belly send a message to his gums
But a warmin’ start in his heart, "Now where did that come from"?

So turnips plain once again was the trolls repast
Then he scoop some turnip soup to break the babies fast
Morgun make the babe a cot from broken oaken chest
An’ wrap ‘er warm away from harm a’fore he lay to rest

What break the still on mornin’ chill.? Did Morgun hear a w’imper?
"Wot so distress, me lit’l mess, a’fore you me life were simp’ler."
But that little spot his heart had got, had grown all through the night
Four hunnerd years he’d been alone, a babe would set things right

"A name, says he, methinks for thee, might need be prim an’ pretty
So scratchin’ his noggin to clear the foggin’ the troll wax wise an’ witty
When from fir limb, song came to him from festive feathered bird
"Chee-la, chee-la, chee-la-tooooo" was what old Morgun heard

Then Chee-la-too shall she be called, a name both light an’ cheery
An’ ‘pon his knee she bounce wi’ glee, his tiny elfish fairie
Ever’ year she grow more dear, what love the two did seed
No earthly treasure meet half the measure ‘o fillin’ the others need

He keep ‘er ‘an he raise ‘er up like she were his very own
For sixteen years he tend the lass, in sixteen years she’d grown
An’ grew her beauty twice’t as much it please his agin’ eye
As Morgun’s pride grew inside, he fear the time draw nigh

A time when Chee-la-too would go, an’ leave his house alone
It were proper an’ he’d not stop ‘er, she’d need a home of ‘er own
But word of the fairie had reached an airy, abode of evil majik
Wizard Gorto want ‘er he send to haunt ‘er a minion vile an’ tragic

The evil wizard send down a lizard an awesome burning beast
To Morgun’s home to kill the gnome and on his bones to feast
"Bring back the elf, for me, mineself," he charged the dower dragon
"I’ve a potion t’will change her notion, here in this crystal flaggon."

On wily wing come the thing, fearsomely, flappin’ an’ flyin’
With putrid breath that smell of death, death an’ dead an’ dyin’
His dirk an’ axe the troll take up an’ gamely gain the fray
Chee-la-too break out her bow but Morgun stand in her way

He hack an’ chop an’ talons lop but on the dragon pres’t
It bite the hand and axe were banned, the troll were finished it guessed
But Morgun lunged, last might did plunge the blade of his faithfull dagger
Into the chest where evil rest and the dragon begun to stagger

An’ now her arrow cut the marrow and bleed the scaly villian
It fell at last it’s day now past of pillage, havoc an’ killin’
To his side a’fore he died an’ father behold his daughter
With her kiss she promise this, "Gorto will I slaughter."

The lass avow if gods allow to hunt the wizard down
From lusty lore passed down before she know where he be found
All through his keep the fairy creep and find her chosen quary
'Pon his throne and unbeknown a reason to be wary

Now a’fore he knew, she bend her yew and string her weapon taught
As Gorto turn he see the burn of deed that he had wrought
Chee-la-too need ‘er best bolt o’ cedar, seasoned straight an’ true
It’s edge she kiss then TWANG an’ HISSSSS through his black heart it flew

Wi’ promise kept the lassie wept her spirit stained an’ broken
She think agin’ of Morgun’s land, land yet in his blood a soakin’
She return once more to darkened door, door of Morgun the Troll
Bowed she mourn his body torn but rejoice in his gloried soul.

The End

[sketch_chic85]

Reminds me so much of the poems throughout Alice In Wonder Land. The rythum and imagery were great. Also the old english twang gave it an epic feel similar to Beowulf.

Most amazing and creative piece I have seen a long while!

Awesome!

[awedfellow]

sketch_chic85;
Thank you! I can't believe you read through that whole thing. I know longer pieces are tedious, but I like the story telling aspect. It's great that you would read and comment. I hope you enjoyed.

[riverstone]

Hey awedfellow
Please take away the bold, and the centering, and drop the font size down one, so we can read this more easily - this is a critique section, not publishing, and adding formatting makes it harder to see the poem and respond to the poetry.

Thanks much
Kit

[awedfellow]

riverstone;
Sorry, I was in a rush, copied and pasted. Formatting was from another site where I previewed the poem.

[riverstone]

Hey there awedfellow
Thanks - I'm going to print it out and read = and get back to you after I take it all in.
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[BleedinHeart]

I read every word and this is delightful. Of course, I kinda guessed the story before I read it but the way you expressed it was very amusing. Good job!

[Icarus]

Well, this was fun! Nice work!

[awedfellow]

BleedinHeart;
Thanks so much for leaving a comment. Part of the reward of a lengthy poem is that a reader would either suffer through the whole darn thing, or they actually enjoyed reading. It is hoped that some who read will enjoy. I don't mind that the storyline was transparent, thank you for reading.

[awedfellow]

Icarus;
Well... thank you very much I like your attitude! Your taste in poetry may be questionable but I kinda like that too!