The Valiant Elf
In his anger he tried to smash the Elf like a gnat.
Below stood the Elf, at just four feet, very small,
The Jotun missed the Elf, who moved quick as a cat.
The Jotun swung again, his weapon made of stone,
Fleet of foot, the Elf made sure the Jotun missed.
All the little Elf had was a sword that brightly shone,
Furious, the Jotun shook at the Elf his mighty fist.
The valiant Elf quickly tired of the ugly Jotun's game,
Then when one of the Jotun's lunges came up just shy,
The Elf calmly wasted no time, and took careful aim,
As the Giant's head lowered, he put his sword in his eye.
The Jotun screamed in pain, and fell hard on the ground,
It was an awful roar, that the badly injured Jotun cried,
The Elf covered his ears to protect them from the sound,
And watched as the fierce Jotun slowly laid down and died.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.