|Beggars Pass at Midnight
Author: The Folk Extraction PM
Classic tale of a knight on a quest, in poetic format.Rated: Fiction K - English - Fantasy/Supernatural - Chapters: 3 - Words: 557 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 02-22-12 - Published: 01-26-12 - id: 2991973
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Part III: The Black
farther in and further down the knight did drag his feet
Blindly through the bleak unknown, into the dreaded deep.
Where every step was masked by such grave uncertainty
That floors may fail and men may fall to rest eternally
The air was stagnant, still and cold. His breath a pale white fog.
the sound of silence lingered like the fumes above a bog.
But like a puppet on a string his feet did pull him forth
as had the voice that summoned him into the bitter north.
"Cavallin grave, Cavallin fair, I've seen through my fake eye
Sweet Carolyne, the lady of thy heart, is soon to die
but fear thee not for I have seen the cure beyond the glass,
the secret to thy lady's life is held in Beggar's Pass."
Some called her wise, some called her witch, but no name did she hold.
Local rumor had it she was near two centuries old
Hunched in back, but sharp in mind, her hands did hold to him
A strangely adorned pendant like a scythe upon a pin.
"A warning to the wicked, one must sacrifice to win."