Macullok's Butterflies

Macullok was a barbarian,
Reminded me of a bear.
If you were a friend of his,
He treated you with such care.
If one dared to cross his path,
Or try to hurt one so dear.
He would track them down rapidly,
And pull off both their ears.

He wandered through the woods one day,
He could not believe his eyes.
There before him was a lovely sight,
Of large colorful butterflies.
He decided to take one home with him,
To his lovely little elf.
And ran into the midst of them,
All by his little self.

At first he tried to catch one,
And take it home alive.
Until he noticed something,
Much to his surprise.
These were babe drakes,
Not just butterflies.
Brandishing his sword before him,
As they attacked him from all sides.
His goal had changed from catching one,
To trying to stay alive.

Twenty to thirty colorful wings
Accosted our poor friend.
He took them out one by one
As he tried desperately to defend
Finally as he felt weak,
From his loss of precious blood
He took out the final drake,
And fell down in the mud.

So now our hero did trudge home,
With trophies to present.
To his fair eleven love,
In hopes she would consent.
To become his mate for life,
And travel by his side.
"Silly Bear," she exclaimed at him,
"I need no help to decide!"
A kiss and hug was her reply
And thus the bear was tamed.
There they traveled from that point on,
With his elf to keep him sane.

~ By Larkell