Day #19: Quixotic Ballad of Tuberculate Emarginula

Today is short....The Tempest is Coming, the Storm is brewing!!

I present my NaPoWriMo poem, featuring today's optional poetry prompt, using Seashell names in a poem. In the vein of a Ballad and using my favourite word Quixotic, because today's letter is Q.

I do hope you enjoy my homage to Don Quixote, Dear Readers. Have stellar day!

Ballad of Tuberculate Emarginula

Tuberculate Emarginula

In the farthest hills,

Amoung the snowy caps they lives

A wizened warrior,

One from whom the stories do tell,

You may have heard of him

Tuberculate Emarginula.

Not heard of him, you say?

Not likely,

His travels abound

Vast and Quixotic is her.

Upon his steed, Sparse Dove

Riding off in search of adventure

And glory.

He would fight the mighty

Shoulderblade Sea Cats or

The rare Ghastly Miter.

Whose trophies are mounded

Sparse Dove

Upon the walls of the nearby inns.

Tuberculate was a rare man,

Chivalrous and Brave,

Yet Clumsy and Weak.

Nothing in his body spoke of hero,

But of desperate sit,

Yet he traveled the world wide

Making stories to be told within the taverns

And inns.

With him was his companion,

Woody Canoebubble.

A companion, most notably for

His bubble like appearance,

But loyal to Tuberculate.

Together they made stories

To make blush the hardest men,

Yet how they made these deeds,

Most often was

Woody Canoebubble

By accident,

And yet, always, in every tavern

There was a lady who spoke to Tuberculate,

With a marriage proposal,

But, always, he would say that

His heart belong to the fair,

Lady Lazarus Jewel of Box(Ford),

but being romantic,

Tuberculate

Would take on their quest requests

and always  he would return

with a jeweled brooch

and the head of a Striped Engina.

Striped Engina

‘Tis was his way,

He asked for nothing,

But a quest to partake on

Accidently winning the day

And the honour of maidens across the land,

With Woody by his side

And his faithful steed, Sparse Dove.

It was one day, when Tuberculate

Rose from his bed,

Only to find that he could not,

He was dying

And all he did was call out to

Lady Lazarus Jewel

To come to his side,

Lazarus Jewel Box

Yet there was no one there,

Even when Woody bathed his Master’s forehead

In a fevered state.

The doctors knew of no cure

To ease the old warrior’s ails

And the village watched from afar as

Tuberculate Emarginula slowly wasted away.

It was then that Woody Canoebubble

Rode off into the reddest sunset.

All the villagers thought him mad,

Until his stout donkey returned with

The fairest woman, darkest hair and

Brightest eyes,

The Lady Lazarus Jewel.

It was she who whispered words of wonder

Into the ears of the warrior, Tuberculate Emarginula

Into his newest quest; to ride into death.

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