The Magic Ram

(Canto I)

The Magic Ram

His name was Stan

And he lived in a purple caravan.

All mystical with runes of gold

With his fair harem flock of maidens bold.

He ruled the land as fair as he

A proud and arrogant fellow could

With horns of haematite and jet

And held his counsel in the wood.

His maidens bold

Were proud and cold

And dressed in wool of finest fold.

Their hue was bright as rainbow's end

And Stan's every whim or wish they'd tend.

Or do his will as he saw fit

To extend his power o'er the land

And by this means

They took a share of his command.

©The Poetic Priestess 2001-2002