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NaNoWriMo I: The old Bohemian prologue
🕑 Added 2023-11-01 06:36:17 +0000 UTCI decided to participate in NaNo this year, but in verse! We can have a little vampire saga, as a treat. I'll try to stick to daily uploads.
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The old Bohemian prologue
Ask, my friend, just ‘bout any knight of yore
What mighteth be the bane of men’s good war
Hunger. It is hunger.
‘Twas the year of fourteen twenty-three
When we fought and bled and all to be free
When hunger came in the way of our conquest.
Thus they sent me, broad in iron, Orphan Joan
To rob friend and foe alike and to the bone
So that we would not hunger.
Quickly we rode, madly, to where ‘pon a river stood a town
Fat with riches, awesomely plump, soft like down
We devoured it.
Good folk that we were, we kept in mind our kin
Those at home, holding strong, though lean and thin
So we saved some spoils to feed them also.
Much too heavy was our homecoming mob
And much too easy, thick as it was, also to rob
Fangs flashed, bared at us.
We fought not goodly, nor with any valor at all
For before the headsmen we were done, awfully small
They slaughtered some, and the rest ran. I ran.
Like a beast I was stalked, finality on my heel
A thousand hunters, a thousand braying for me to keel
And yet somehow - a kindred came to me first.
On the run, by Hilterstried, a woman crossed my breathless path
Clad in black, garnished by gold, wreathed in cold keen wrath
She made me an offer - though there was no refusing.
With her I went and into the night
Away from our Lord, His good light
A woman fallen, I, the blackest knight
Slave forever to the Hunger; slave to the Bite.
