A Familiar Tale (Arystokrat)

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AcmpBCXOgVI)

Sir Jade O'Reilly was a man,
Who feared no other soul.
He sought adventure everywhere,
Like those from ages old.

When Jade O'Reilly came to town,
He showered it with gold.
Stole from the rich, gave to the poor,
Like those from days of old.

A dragon's tooth strung round his neck,
His strength like that of trolls;
No mortal was his match they said,
Like those from tales of old.

But then one day a challenge came;
For Zair, both brave and bold
Said, "Jade, we'll battle to the death,
Like those from myths of old."

"You claim to be a man of strength,
But I am not so sold.
We'll see tonight if you're a man
Like those from ages old."

So knowing he could not back down,
And though his feet were cold,
Accepted and prepared to fight,
Like those from days of old.

The battle lasted seconds, max—
The bell had barely tolled—
O'Reilly's foe stood victorious,
Like those from tales of old.

"Behold the fallen liar Jade,"
His voice like thunder rolled,
"His gold was fake, his stories false,
Like those from myths of old."

Sir Zair McFarney was a man,
Who feared no other soul.
He sought adventure everywhere,
Like those from ages old...

The End

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