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>>10125187
it was just to bump the thread, guy

Out of old land there came fore-kin thus,
Into the fields astride mountains purple and plains wide,
None of the wintry wood and summer seed did discuss,
But in that fair and pleasant land they made bide,
There dwelt mountain lion great, protector of pride,
Who tore and thrashed those denizens there in,
Invincible no matter what tools men applied,
Hailed the panther black as the manifest of sin.
Generation spawned and mantled sword and plow,
Ranging far from the menacing mountain’s hold,
Living, toiling, reveling with what fathers’ endow,
A boy was born and grown, farm life his mold,
“To town, must the crops be,” he was told,
“Yet round mountain’s base must you traverse,
“Stay your way, mind your task, be not bold,
“Then the distance far will seem all but terse.”
But the youth saw sound the suffering of the villagers poor,
Struggling along thorny path, narrow, long and winding,
While the mountain’s byways were fair to feet crossing o’er,
Making paltry a travel once grating and grinding,
So wandered off from his pathway binding,
Into the maw of mountain beast’s safeguarded home,
Determination on his face, of the dangers blinding,
And for this beast of terror’s form he did the haughty hills comb.
The Panther slept sound, along a rocky crag he bare lay,
His pelt of quills, his mouth of knives, his claws of iron,
When the boy saw this, he passed his moment to slay,
Shouting, “Up now, you cur, you carrion, you lion!”
“My people lay bare, their bones your teeth lie on,
“I will rid you of your coil, strike you from the earth,
“Your flesh will wrend, your blood I’ll this land will spill upon,
“And then no more will nearby man live with such dearth.”
Into fray the warriors leapt, slashing and biting and fighting,
For a time they fought alone in the vast woodlands,
The Panther was given fierce battle by the boy inciting,
‘Til the beast was overturn, his gerthy neck in young hands,
And was slain among the mountains once so inviting,
An injured son rested his head upon a body on exciting,
His body tired to the bone, his skin lashed and broken,
And slept, dreaming of his people in prosperity uniting,
And returned with black eyes as the mountain’s token.

>>9635148
yes
YES