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09/01/2002

~The Dagger that Binds~

~The Dagger that Binds~
It lays in a treasured chest
On the mantle above the fire
The stories it tells are of the best
sort. the kind I never tire
of hearing.
~
The times were dark when it was forged
there was an evil that ate the land
till it was engorged.
And multitudes lost their lives by it's craven hand
~
All believed hearing this that a hero was needed
But none would rise to the call. No one heeded
So the lady of the forest decreed a dagger would be made
That would bind one to it and serve good as it was bade
~
many months were spent at the forging
A call went out to the four winds
In the meanwhile the evil was still gorging
dispair was winning hope was nearing its end

~
when finally one did come to take up the dagger of binding
Many or most ok all were taken aback
It was aghast the elders were finding
Strength! Stature! muscles she does lack!
~
Then, she picked it up and took flight on her wings
straight to the hated one the telling blow to strike
It is of this fair one bards do sing
And the dagger that binds the land against evil's strike
~End~