Zaltor

[Rue]

This is my tragic hero poem project I did for English class. It was really fun, we had to do 

this after we read the Julius Caesar play by William Shakespeare. Our class got extra credit 

for posting it online, so here it is! Hope you enjoy! You can comment below if you'd like.

 

 

 

Part 1

Once upon a time, in a land called Maltor,

There was an arrogant dragon, by the name of Zaltor.

Zaltor was brave; as brave as they get,

But here is a story you’ll never forget.

Zaltor was fierce, and Zaltor was strong;

His horns were sharp, and twenty-two feet long!

However, there was a problem, that Zaltor in fact;

It wasn’t brawn, but brains that he lacked.

He went around boasting, he wasn’t scared.

Nobody could beat him, nobody compared!

He liked to fly around, bragging about his power;

Day after day, hour after hour.

The hours turned into days, and the days into years;

Could nobody teach great Zaltor his fears?

Just when the villagers thought all was lost,

something new happened, as new as new frost.

 

Part 2

On day number nine-thousand and seventy-five,

A dragon named JaVaire finally arrived.

JaVaire had come from the village of Yaltor;

And as he came he challenged Zaltor.

Zaltor stuck up his nose, he couldn’t refuse;

He said to the dragons, “How can I lose?”

The challenger, he, was a dragon of old;

He had rested on the heavens, he had bathed in pure gold!

Now JaVaire said so wise and perceived;

“If you win you stay, but if I win you leave.”

Zaltor the arrogant, of course he accepted;

It wasn’t until then that he percepted;

He had just realized that he had to win;

But then he smiled and said with a grin,

“I’ll beat JaVaire, and add my own spin!”

The dragon of old, now he spoke again,

“I’m sure you wish to know the challenge my friend.”

Zaltor just nodded, he would be there,

He’d beat this dragon with time to spare.

“Well then my friend, this challenge is unique;

It doesn’t require muscle, it requires technique.

“Instead of fighting, or stabbing with shards,

I challenge you to a quick game of cards.”

At first Zaltor was baffled; this was absurd!

For this was a game he hadn’t ever heard.

Someone from the crowd yelled, “That isn’t fair!”

“You’ve seen this game before, mister JaVaire!”

After he heard them, mister JaVaire thought;

But Zaltor interrupted, “No it is not!”

“This dragon is old, not as capable as I.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll beat him and won’t have to try.”

 

Part 3

And with that they started their fair game of cards.

The villagers whispered, this was bizarre!

None of them had ever heard of such a game.

But the great Zaltor looked determined; He wanted the fame!

And now, in the last few draws of the game,

Both dragons were breathless; The crowd was entertained.

In Zaltor’s last hand was but four aces,

he turned to the crowd and smiled at their faces.

“This is in the bag, don’t worry ‘bout a thing.”

“I got this down,” He said, stretching his wings.

But then the old dragon started to smile,

It was somewhat mean, and somewhat hostile.

He smiled wider like he just flew the bix.

He laid down his paw, and in it were six.

Six aces in his paw, of which he had tossed.

The crowd shrieked in awe, because Zaltor had lost.

Now Zaltor said, “There must be a mistake!”

Mr. JaVaire gave his large head a shake.

“Everyone saw, I won with no mess!”

“You’ve got to go, and I could care less.”

The crowd started to cheer, and lift up their wings.

Some of them had even started to sing!

“Zaltor has lost!” They all chanted.

“Zaltor took the old dragon for granted!”

And he was dumbstruck, because he knew it was true.

The old dragon tricked him, and he hadn’t a clue.

 

Part 4

Now Zaltor walked, slowly away;

He’d been defeated, he couldn’t possibly stay.

But the old dragon came to him and said with a smile,

“Zaltor, my friend, why don’t you stay for awhile?”

Zaltor said sternly, “But sir, I have lost?”

The old dragon replied, “But at what cost?”

“What do you mean, mister JaVaire?”

“You made the conditions, and you won fair and square.”

Yet again, the old dragon spoke,

“Yes, but who am I to provoke? 

It would do me no good for you to leave,”

“I could care much less, actually.”

“But Zaltor, let me ask, will you make me a deal?”

“No more arrogance, just be ideal.”

With that Zaltor nodded, he was quite relieved!

It turned out fine, he wouldn’t have to leave!

Then Zaltor promised, he would never again brag.

Some days he would win, some days he would drag.

But that was okay, because Zaltor respected,

The decision the old dragon made had reflected;

The way Zaltor saw things, the way that he thought.

Inside, his personality, had ceased to rot.

Now with all the hugs going around,

Zaltor was intrigued by a bee on the ground.

Perhaps that was why, he failed to hear the crack;

It may have  been louder than a large yowling yak.

While Zaltor continued to mess with that bee;

He failed to see the enormous oak tree;

The villagers and JaVaire; they all stared in shock.

Was that even a tree, or was it a rock?

It landed with a ‘thump!’, right on his head.

Then all was silent, because Zaltor was dead.

[I_Make_Big_Boom]

Wow that's incredible

 

Really REALLY NICE

[Fishy]

Nice story. I can see the connection between Julius Caesar and Zaltor.

I hope you got the extra credit!

[Rue]

Oh I did(: Thanks 343i forum!