TOM THE CONQUEROR #2 (For Tom Russo)

Tom the Conqueror
Tom the great
Stood bravely by
And defended the gate.

This gate is the entrance
To all that is true
But now past his helmet
A sharp arrow flew

Oh help us
Tom, help us
What ever to do?



Tom was the last and best
Hope for us all
The great Tom stood strong
And was there for the call.

His eyes held no fear

His hand steady for aim
His chest pushed out proud
He honored his name.

While Mormats were marching
Through fields and over fences
The Borcats were prowling
Through leaves and through trenches

Flying and screeching
Swooping down from the sky
The Veldins with talons
Tried to scratch out Tom’s eye.

The Weretungs appeared

From the mist and the rain
They slithered while moaning
And calling Tom’s name

“We’ll get you,” they shouted
Again and again.

But Tom, way too smart
Never left from the gate
He knew not to listen
And take evil's bait.

The Krebbles kept crawling
And pushing along
Their weapons held brashly
Showed clear what was wrong

Our gate was attacked
From every which side
By air and by land
Though I must confide
That everyone but Tom
Ran for shelter to hide

The Conqueror Tom
With coolness and calm
Lifted high the green amulet
With a fierce tight gripped palm

He battled with magic
He battled with might
He struck down attackers
As the amulet shown bright

With one last blast
The amulet held overhead
Wielded by Tom
With greatness and dread
Had left all the foes
In the fields
Still and dead.







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