The Tale of Wulfric the Wanderer And the Lady Sandahl-started April 20, 1994
-finished April 28, 1994
-edits made November 24, 1994
-edits made January 31, 1996
Come listen young gents as my story unfolds
Of a lovely young maiden with hair of pure gold
A mistress of mystery cloaked in the night
The Lady Sandahl she was quick to the fight
It starts with an evil old wizard named Jerrod
Who in love with Sandahl vowed to be wed
But Sandahl who could return his love night
Stole away from his castle with fear in her eye
And Jerrod learning of his young bride to be's run
Put a curse on her head that she would marry to none
His evil old visage came to Sandahl in sleep
And told of the curse on her head that she keep
This saddened lovely Sandahl to sorrow no end
That soon to no man could she come to depend
With her wits and her courage she wandered the land
In hope to break the curse and soon win suitor's hand
A maiden of pure beauty with a curse on her head
Any suitor that tried would find himself dead
For years she wandered unable to age
In search of a suitor to battle the mage
Through fifty some men she's laughed and she's cried
But each of them fell, to the curse they have died
Bitter of heart she stands like a stone
In hopes that one day she will make one her own
For many years countless she has been alone
Though many have tried there still have been none
That could defeat the mage and thus break the spell
For the hand of Sandahl, to Jerrod they fell
And so it was rumored that all who came near
Would soon lose their life for the one they held dear
Poor lovely Sandahl, her heart filled with remorse
Wandered the land, her path bearing no course
Now comes our hero, Wulfric by name
A brave ne'er do well in search of fortune and fame
When to his eyes he did spy Sandahl
He promised himself to one day give her his vow
He watched and loved but at a distance he stay
And sent flowers and gifts that promised marriage some day
An admirer, she thought, with amourous intent
But nothing contained her woeful lament
When finally one day Wulfric appeared
To hold close the one that he most endeared
He gave her a gift, a dress of pure gold
To match the beauty of one so precious and bold
But his attempts to make suit were all in vain
When Sandahl told Wulfric of the curse and her pain
But Wulfric could not his love deny
He vowed to challenge the evil wizadry
Against her requests Wulfric would not be swayed
He was going to have the lovely Sandahl for his maid
Even though be his death to become
If to the curse that he should succomb
For many moons he rode toward his goal
To the castle where years ago Sandahl had once stole
Closer to death, yet closer to love
For the Lady Sandahl, as precious a dove
Until the one night the castle he found
With demons and spirits that all did guard round
But Wulfric the Brave did not show fear
He would win back her hand and hold her most dear
The battle was hard but Wulfric fought on
Til every last demon and spirit were gone
The wizard saw all but stayed his hand
He would give Wulfric time to make his stand
Through smoke and through flame Jerrod made entrance
But nothing could keep young Wulfric from vengeance
With evil and magic old Jerrod waged war
But courageous young Wulfric prevailed through the gore
Once again he battled, but Wulfric fought well
Though bloody and sore he'd send Jerrod to Hell
The battle was even, hard, and long fought
But Wulfric kept fighting for the prize that he sought
Jerrod let loose with his magics and spells
He created balls of fire, and demons, and goblin sentinels
But no match were these magics to one with great heart
That even the fires of Hell would not keep him apart
From the Woman he loved, so lovely was she
That he would die trying if but for a kiss given he
And with the howl of his namesake Wulfric raged clear
Enough of this trickery, Jerrod, let's finish it here!
You're a devilish mage but your magics proove naught
My sword has prevailed through the grueling onslaught
It's down to us now and there is no turning back
Raise your fists where you stand for here I attack
And with these words Wulfric jumped at the mage
Clasping hands around throat and releasing his rage
Jerrod was old and untrained, too slow to react
For never in this manner had he ever been attacked
He tried to mumble a spell but had not the air
He could see the anger burning in Wulfric's cold stare
He lashed out with his fists in a feeble display
But Wulfric's strong hands kept his blows astray
And soon Wulfric had Jerrod at bay
So come closer dear friends as I finish my say
Wulfric with sword in truth did strike out
And pierced Jerrod's heart thus winning the bout
But evil old Jerrod, as I said, was a devilish mage
He had one more trick which desparately he staged
He conjured a dragon, a humongous beast
As red as blood, standing fifty men tall at least
But Jerrod was dying he had no control
The beast went rampaging, wound taking its toll
Wulfric was quick and he easily evaded
The monstrous beast the mage had created
Then with his last dying breath Jerrod spake
And murmurred a spell unto the drake
Then his body lay lifeless, moving no more
But still Wulfric had not won the war
The beast loomed closer his jaws gaping wide
Wulfric could feel the heat that was rising inside
He had only one chance; he must not fail now
It was only the dragon that stood between him and Sandahl
Wulfric jumped up and ran as the large jaws came crashing
Into the wake of the beast did Wulfric go dashing
And there before him was the dragon's awesome breast
Yet the jaws came again, he had no time to rest
He mustered all of his willpower and all of his strength
And struck deep with his sword sending it full blade's length
Wulfric held on driving hard as he could
This was his only chance, he must make it good
The dragon shrieked, oh a dreadful sound
It felt the cut of the sword, blood flowed from the wound
It lashed about its great tail and Wulfric was thrown
But it was too late now, the damage was done
The dragon let loose with a fiery roar
Lo, its weight was too great and it crashed through the floor
Then spreading its leathery wings open wide
The dragon took off on a powerful glide
The beast was now gone and the mage was now dead
Wulfric had lifted the curse on his poor maiden's head
As the room fell silent he gave praise to God
Then mounted his horse and to Sandahl he rode
v He rode long and hard back to lovely Sandahl
To bring back the news of the end of her trial
But upon returning to her cottage place
He found she had vanished, leaving no trace
But far up above him he heard a horrendous shriek
He looked up to see a shadowy fading mystique
The form of a dragon with blood red scalings
Was that something it clutched in its huge monstrous talons?
What could have happened, he thought in despair
To the lovely Sandahl with rays of sun for her hair
But Wulfric wouldn't give up, he'd find her somehow
Courageous Wulfric would hold true to his vow
If the dragon had taken her then let no dragon rest
For Wulfric would not give up to this test
He'd slay to the last, he must settle the score
And finally reclaim Sandahl as his once more
Many years have now passed and Wulfric is still looking
Astride his horse as he rides you can hear him sing
Oh lovely Sandahl where can you be?
I will never rest until I have thee
So here my dear friends I must end my tale
And leave you with Wulfric still on his trail
But if one day you should happen to spy
A brave ne'er do well with love in his eye
It is poor Wulfric in search of his love
He sings on his mount to God up above
Oh lovely Sandahl where can you be?
I will never rest until I have thee
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