Short Fiction Poetry

Theo And The Holy Licht

There was once a Tempest Knight named Theo — The Troublesome He would scavenge all the land in search of loot and booty with a cheer No man ever challenged him, as he would cut any who’d try to pair He was as cunning as he was fierce, until one day he was called by the King

To save a fair maiden, who had sailed to win a dungeon perhaps — she promised the King, “I will come back with a lot of gold, for I will not cower in front of a King”

The King was wary of her little girl who perhaps wanted Theo to save her therein — Theo sailed quickly to the Island of Bababush, where she would be waiting for her prince, he dreams with a drooling daydream

Theo comes to the shore and runs to save into the dungeon — to steal the glory he sings, “Oh princess, your savior is here,” but he finds an empty crypt with corpses lying beat — he asks a half-alive deadite what went, “He speaks of holy light that came from the top like a spring, it cast everything away as he slowly falls asleep”

Theo comes back as he couldn’t find any trace of the princess or anything — to the King but there she is standing in front — with a posture so fit even though can’t breathe in

She looks at him with a furious glow as she throws a blow to Theo’s face knocking three of his favorite teeth in

All the while the King, claiming he was your savior — she exclaims, “This petty fool can’t even dodge my fist” — figures he’s called troublesome called to save a Holy Licht

Figures he was called to rush from a would-be King — as she takes her leave mocking her father who slowly follows her whim

She is the Holy Licht — he sighs, as Theo starts to recollect himself and stands to thank the Holy Seal

She waves and walks away with a “humph” — As Theo walks back to the inn, with a tale for the lads to rejoice, of how he got beat by a princess with a mighty fist

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