The Vulcanite's Conversion
A merry band of Vulcanites were feeling mighty bold
For in a mountain stream they'd found some earth and air quenched gold
With this they'd forge a weapon that would bring great monsters low
And none would stand against them as they vanquished every foe
Fair Arianrhod's followers bore weapons in their hands
For they'd heard that there were heretics patrolling in these lands
On climbing up a grassy hill they very soon espied
A group of Vulcan followers down on the other side
With heavy tread the Vulcanites came marching 'cross the bridge
While followers of Arianrhod watched them from the ridge
And when the time seemed right to fight they none of them looked back
But with a cry of "Arianrhod!" ran down to attack
The followers of Vulcan took up arms without delay
And shouted "Burn the papers!" as they ran into the fray
The Vulcanites fought fiercely, but soon they were no more
For De La Luna fell on them like waves upon the shore
And when their blood lay spattered round like gory morning dew
A second band of Vulcanites then wandered into view
Their heads were filled with thoughts of gold and all were of good cheer
But when they saw their friends lay dead their hearts were filled with fear
"You look extremely scary," said the leader of the band
"We'd like to stop and parley, if you'll only let us stand"
But all their words were heresy, and soon they were undone
When De La Luna fell on them and slaughtered all but one
The last remaining Vulcanite, she fell down to her knees
And begged them all to spare her life, with wild and desperate pleas
"I want to live," she told them, "And if you will let me go
I'll give you information that you really need to know."
She cast her weapon on the ground, but still she wore the sign
That marked her as a follower of Vulcan so malign
They said, "Renounce," and took her sign; the maid all filled with shame
Accepted Arianrhod as she cursed her master's name
The maiden new-converted lead them down towards the stream
And there beneath the water they could see a golden gleam
The papers that they rescued from the oven's fiery breath
Had coded information that would be a monster's death
Their quest was not yet over, for still more things must be found
To forge the weapon that would kill the monster 'neath the ground
But this brief taste of victory did set them on the way
To new and greater glories knowing they would win the day
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(OC Author - Sue McKever)