It was acrid and dank
With a purplish hue
And it formed into words
As it rose in the blue.
"Give me some time
And I'll give you a rhyme
In death you'll be silenced
As your soul is mine..."
Why this foul phantom?
Young Sir Oak's grandfather,
For power and wealth
His soul he had bartered.
Aerg wfhwr srgh wrth ,
Srthwr srth serth erytj ertyjetjteyj.
Fwrgj drthj ethjteaerth etyjet dtyjety,
Jhety srtu ertj ethj dfghnjm.
Breaking his silence,
The gardener spoke:
"'Tis the work of the devil
And Grandfather Oak".
Fifty years to the day
Since the pact had been made,
It was Oakhampton Hall that
Was the last part of the trade
Grandfather Oak was a
Miserly soul
And he'd plenty of gold
In an underground hole
Sorry Clary, been having a few technical problems (ie my computer went kaflooey)
The smoke swallowed the castle
With a great rolling roar
And when it had lifted
Oakhampton Hall was no more
Sir Oak was now homeless,
His collection so wide
Of seventies vinyl
Was termin'ly fried.
This young noble man
Cast 'pon the cold world
Now faced a choice
How his story unfurled
He could wander the earth
With his horse and his hound,
Or go to the city
And go underground.
To let, Strawberry roan with palfrey if desired, reasonable rates. Plowing by day or acre. Sword and Stone, High Street, Criplegate. Inquire at the tap room.
A compromise reached
Oak turned to his talents
A sword for hire now
Though twas work most ungallant
A knight errant he was,
Out to seek derring-do,
When a written request
Appeared out of the blue.
A great daring raid
With wizards and knights
A dragon to slay.
Would Oak join the fight?
Oak was no man to run
From the furious fight;
So, with sword but no gun
He would help out that night.
Commiting himself,
To forget all his sorrow
Sir Oak took the challenge
To drakes lair he would follow
(by the way, nice to see you here Drom)
On the rugged road west
To where Drake span his webs
Sir Oak found that a creature
Was pulling his legs.