334. Things Are Not Always As They Seem
Two bandits stopped the old traveler as he walked peacefully along his way,
Demanded, with swords drawn, that to them the old man his gold he must pay,
The thieves had singled the wanderer out, figured him as a very easy mark,
They did not even feel the need to conceal their faces from him in the dark.
The traveler, however, could see more than them, though he had but one eye,
For he knew, without any doubt, that this evening it was not he who would die,
The old wanderer refused to meet their demands, stood firm, showed no fear,
The elder simply smiled as he turned his walking stick into a sharp shining spear.
The thieves drew their swords, which shone brightly in the dim moon's light,
To their great surprise the old man remained calm, despite his desperate plight,
The first of the robbers thrust his sword at the wanderer with a mighty plunge,
The old traveler surprised him, and quickly moved out of the way of his lunge.
The attacker tried desperately to recover after his attack obviously had failed,
But alas he was not quick enough, and on the old man's spear he was impaled,
Shocked, the second thief dropped his sword, ran off frightened into the dark,
The old traveler calmly threw his spear, and as always, his weapon hit its mark.
Gungnir, Odin' s mighty spear, returned once again faithfully to rest in his hand,
And it was the great wanderer who was the only one left alive there to stand,
With his spear changed again into a stick, and his hood firmly back on his head,
The weary traveler continued on his journey, paying no attention to the dead .
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2015.