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The ranger and the maiden

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Locust:
This is a story, a rhyme, a tale
About a ranger entering a vale
His companion, a dog, agile and slim
Strolled a few yards in front of him
 
It was already nearing the end of spring
The time when young birds try their wing
Everything was still lush and green
All around him, all that could be seen
In the distance a few dear
He felt at ease with nature so near
 
Solitude was broken by a howl
What followed was a deep growl
Then he heard a cold shout
What should he do, flee and rout
Or should he just follow his dog
Follow its tail to up there, that rock
His mind making the decision at last
He dashed, jumped and got up there fast
 
From the rock it was clear for him to see
A maiden who needed to be set free
Grass colored dark within a few yards
Blood of a few brigands and here guards
Two survivors were tossing here around
Until she landed with her bum on the ground
He heard here voice from where he stood
She yelled in agony “Brute”
 
He quickly pulled an arrow from his quiver
Lightning speed, it would make you shiver
Now he had his aim to trust
Or the ambush would go bust
The arrow flew, piercing the air
Slaying the first one when the maiden was close to despair
Another arrow already in mid-flight
Hit the other, it turned out its light
 
With the maiden now released
The name of them all through time deceased
It is the vale that lives on in rhyme
As the valley of just in time

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