Bromodic Hills a poem by Jezzara
Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 12:10 am
On Bromidic Hills the maid did stand,
With armour fine and sword in Hand.
The ground fair shook as to the lea,
Came mighty bos, in number, three.
Eyes of fire! horns black as night!
Bellowed rage and ire and spite!
No place to run, no room to fight.
Maid stood her ground and asked, polite...
"Why roar you so in such a state?
What cause have you to seal my fate?"
And bos replied as horns pierced plate...
"You're wearing our old auntie Kate!"
With armour fine and sword in Hand.
The ground fair shook as to the lea,
Came mighty bos, in number, three.
Eyes of fire! horns black as night!
Bellowed rage and ire and spite!
No place to run, no room to fight.
Maid stood her ground and asked, polite...
"Why roar you so in such a state?
What cause have you to seal my fate?"
And bos replied as horns pierced plate...
"You're wearing our old auntie Kate!"
