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Click hereTo the Heavens I cry out,
With an old mighty shout,
I do seek a beautiful Beast,
So that I can celebrate with a Fabulous Feast,
The gods they debate,
Hoping to even out the weight,
For at their gate,
Is an old buddy a mate,
With my mate is my grand army,
And no their not very smarmy,
So where is my beast,
With which I can get on with my feast,
A beautiful mare,
With such radiant hair,
Maybe even a freckle or two,
One with a magnificent hue,
In the distance I spot the mare,
Of which I shall grant no share,
And my legs can’t keep me up,
As though I were an innocent pup,
I faintly watched as my men succumbed,
As every part of me was numbed,
I watched as she rode into the distance,
And from there I vowed by my lance,
That I would travel even crawl,
And allow no impediment no stall,
To this wayward beauty that shall be mine,
That which is the divine,
I now have a beast for a feast,
Or I hope in what I can of the least,
So here I go I’ll head out into the East,
So I can get some work for a local Priest.