Beamish Boy

He battled his way through briar and thorn
Hacking and slashing ‘til passage was torn
To the castle beyond, draped in wisp and shroud
Guarded by wraiths wailing long and loud
His spirit quailed but righted itself
On thoughts of his goal and love of wealth
He wrestled with demons, torments and pain
But felt not a jot as he focussed on gain
‘Til at last in the chamber of ashes and gloom
He gasped, breathing hard in rank airless room
To bend on one knee ‘fore the figure laid there
With long curling locks and visage so fair.
She silently rose, raising both slender fists
To deliver a clout to his head, slapped his wrists
And said “Those were my wraiths, my demons out there
That troll was my father you thumped on the stair
Now be off with you sharply, I’ve had my fill
But do not forget this re-landscaping bill.”

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