More poetry corner: A quest
Into the wood she goes Trying desperately to find her brother There will be perils along the way At least that is what she was told by her lover She suspects that he was taken in the night By a fearsome witch She believes he was only taken Because he was rich “Why must he be so naive” She groaned aloud But little did she know Someone heard this sound A goblin deep in woods Took this little tater And stored it away In case he needed it later She walked for days and nights Stopping only to eat And on the third day She realized her quest would be incomplete She had nothing to fight with No sword, nor axe, nor bow All she had with her was some water and money The latter of it was used long ago As she wondered how she would save her brother She stumbled upon a monastery Inside lived a wise old sage Who had cheeks as red as a cherry When she asked him for help He refused passionately Saying, “I will not help your brother For he h...