A hero once lived who went on a quest to breech the edge of the world
By land and by sea he would journey Walking through lands filled with bandits and danger he would fight for what what right but not out of anger. A master sword wielder and expert bowman he wandered the land protecting women and children Always he wandered on For the edge and beyond Off to the distant land of the gods Who had the power to re-unite him with his love whom the evil sage Alaffat did steal up to his tower in the clouds Covered in a shroud of death and despair. Yet our hero did dare to face Alaffat and repair some of the harm done to the land. He hoped the gods would lend a hand. After uncountable moons set sail at sea the ship came upon the great waterfall edge suddenly. The ship he was in dropped anchor and bid our hero off And he jumped Over the edge of the world into the waiting abyss It was for love that he did all of this A castle he found after surviving the fall. Made of treasures unknown and purest of gold. Values beyond untold. The gods they did answer the call. Dropped from above came a sword, a helm, armour and shield. These were the gifts the gods gave him to wield. For they were pleased With his righteous deeds Return him they did to the great magic tower. Alaffat waited will all of his power Our hero climber with tooth hands and nail and he he could not fail for he was bound by love He got to the chamber where his love was hidden. The embrace they shared was full of meaning. Pure Then Alaffat appeared in the door This is where our hero learned there was more Alaffat was not evil, only petty and scared He wanted to learn of the gods and only the hero would go if his love was threatened She was not a hostage, more like a prize to be claimed if he could arrange to conquer the edge We all have our prizes We all have our edges We all have our love and our Gods Evil is a strange word which is often mis-understood
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