‘Twas a brilliantly delightful afternoon
With not an ominous cloud in sight.
The scrawny, miserable rats crawled
But they hardly created a fright.

“Mind not the other creatures.
It’s the beast you fear, my son.
Take this opportunity to
Complete the work that must be done.”

Holding naught but a sword
The boy waited in fear.
He would remain in the realm of thought,
Until the beast would appear.

Standing meekly the young lad
Watched as the beast tore through the trees.
It snarled and growled as it made its way,
Nevertheless in ease.

Miraculously the sharp blade glimmered in the sun,
As the beast’s blood shed.
The boy proudly began to depart,
From his victim’s death bed.

Though garbed in no shining armor
And holding no medals in hand,
To his beaming father, this boy
May have been the greatest knight in the land.

‘Twas a brilliantly delightful afternoon
With not an ominous cloud in sight
The scrawny, miserable rats crawled
But they hardly created a fright.