There was a man lived in the glory mountains of Barelein called GingerBeard
Let none may make the sheets of this story teared
In the plains of Barelein lived wolves and sheeps together
But the land was about to face with terrible fury's siege cover
Only after the bell of the tower screamed
The GingerBeard left his plate which is blueberry creamed
He grasped his staff with a great wisdom
The lands of Barelein may never left without freedom
With a couple of hours full of curiosity
The GingerBeard reached the commander of enemy army
A shout of courage echoed by the mountains
Everybody knows that the people of Barelein lived with innocence
Pioneer forces of the Dark Lord headed towards the wise
He silently whispered some spell with calm eyes
A holy lightning seized the warriors to an inevitable death
The Dark Lord found himself out of breathe
He did sent many more troops to fell the old wise
Those were just the parts of an unsuccesful enterprise
The plain was fulled with dead bodies all day long
Great wise of charming Barelein was surely strong
When the darkness of the night covered the land
The Dark Lord appeared on the hill with a huge mace in his hand
A desperate swift of mace caused a sound, makes people deaf
The greaves of town left by the corpses who are dead
Skeletons of whom were rattling under their armors
Answer has come with his staff by awakening the spirits of deers and centaurs
For the hours two gigantic army fought down the hill
Even the planes and stones of centuries curved with a shakening thrill
Two commanders of two great army were placed on their mounts
The Dark Lord was seated on a horrorfully big bull while the wise was carried by two virtuous goats
The Dark Lord roamed "defend yourself, you wise of fool"
The GingerBeard answered "die! you beast of the cruel"
Two man carrying swords attacked each other with galloping mounts
Each of which were struggling with the fear of words, yelled out of their mouths
A rain drop reached the earth then a mighty lightning appeared between the clouds
Only for a few seconds they realised each others place thanks to shiny shields and bows
Master of the darkness released an arrow which is hook thorned
Defender of the light sent out a greenish yellow leaf to block the arrow and safe the board
Old wise suddenly turned his face to the earth and requested help from the vines
Just in a second huge branches grasped the furious bull and blinded its eyes
A powerful stroke of sword teared the vines into pieces
Then a red light beamed out of the haft and caused crysis
With a courteous spell GingerBeard blinked himself to fourty-yards far
And retreat from the beam that forms a shape of epic katar
Days after the war started between good and evil in the plains of charming Barelein
Only destruction and pain were the things that sadly remain
Two man of the great war were completely weak
And their thoughts about surrender were about to touch the peak
The twinkling butterflies were the last servants of nature to help the wise of honour
Then magically stars started to fall down from the sky as a last flutter of the holy tower
One hit the Dark Lord from his widely chest
His body terribly bruised, but the defeat was not confessed
He was creating a tornado to block the luminous butterflies
While he swears and his eyes cries
The butterflies falled to the earth and their souls left the land
But the white-long staff of the old wise was again in his hand
He roamed and ordered the clouds to send a sparkling thunderbolt over the lord of fear
Only the death of him may end the drop of millions of tear
The thunderbolt covered his black armor and burned his body to suffer
Then he kissed the mud and lost all of his unholy power
Old wise was smiling after a ten-day-long war against the evil
The looser of this war was the giant man named devil
Nobody can not say that emerald green plains of Barelein was not honoured
And this ends the story of Old Wise GingerBeard
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