6. The Mighty Singer
The Mighty Singer
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Once upon a time
In a land were the winter never came
A town of men grew too dense
Vermin invaded the quarters
Of folk who lived in the town
For the town of men had grown too quick
Rats on the road
Mice in the Meade
The cats could not be seen
Help! Cried the folk
Let the mayor do some good
Rid our town of the vermin soon
But the mayor was at a lose
The vermin danced without a boss
All over the town, from sun to sun
Lo came a man
Fair as a god, dressed as a pauper
Up the streets infested with rats
He came before the mayor to speak
In a voice sweet and enchanting
That could carry over mountains and sea
"Maglor I am, an elf from an enchanted land."
"My voice none can resist, not even foul flees."
"Let me sing and draw the rats away and let me stay for a little while."
"Elf!" cried the Mayor in gleeful joy
"Rid the town of the rats forever more."
"Than stay among us foretime."
"A little while is all that I ask."
With that Maglor went out into the street
His voice rose in a great rumbling melody
Soon the town shook
As a river of black and brown
Formed behind Maglor the mighty
The river scurried out of town
As Maglor led the way to the near sea
Singing a words the folk could not hear
So he stood besides the sea and sang
And the rats went scurrying into its embrace
So were washed away by the unforgiving sea
Than Maglor returned
And stood before the mayor
Waiting for his reward
But the Mayor was filled with fear
Fear of the this being with a voice so fair
With eyes that burned with a fell fire
So the Mayor feigned ignorance
Of the deal that they had wrought
Telling the singer to be gone
But Maglor was filled with wrath
And cried out so that all may here
"Gone I will be, but not alone."
With that he began a song
Filled with joy and cheer
the laughter of children filled the hall
They came running down the road
After the fair elf who sung to them
Of a land of light and joy
All else stood still
As the children dance way
After the elf whom they loved
Last they were seen
Dancing upon the white sea foam
To whence they went none could tell
So ended the town
The town that grow too dense
Morgoth's will at work once again
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Author's Note: Retelling of the story of the Pied Piper of Hamelin
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