The Prophecy

The young boy awaits his fate

As the prophets decide

How to test the supposed great

One stride at a time

They pit him against a shallow dragon

Seeking nothing but blood

The dragon saw blood as its own

Creating a great red flood

The prophets are amused as of then

So they test the boy again

They order him to count to ten

To see if he could challenge men

The boy failed, you see

Because his mother was wraught

Teaching him strentgh and courage

Turned a blind eye to smarts

The search continued long and wide

Until they found a small boy with pride

He could throw, he could fight

But best of all, he could write.