Rhyme
A mean old man born in a palace
lived a life full of malice.
His spoiled vain wife was made of spite
and bore him three babes in the dead of night.
In a gilded home of marble and silver,
they lived the high life in the Golden Circle.
Upon their neighbors they preyed and then to each manor,
they even dared steal from the great House of Amber.
The triplets they raised were each full of hate
and this lowly being was the making of their fate.
From first to last, both girls and boy,
regarded each living thing as their personal toy.
And so it came to be on a hallowed summer's eve,
that the making of their end stepped out beneath a tree.
A blue eyed forest maiden with flowers in her hair,
had heard the wounded cries of the hapless bear.
Captured in a bright steel cage,
at their tortures the bear did rage.
And Arden's little princess fair,
could not but at their cruelty glare.
Stepping into their midst ever so lightly
to win their trust by ever so slightly
bending their wits with gay charm and laughter
telling them stories of happily ever after.
The black hearted brother on one knee bent,
he offered her love, but she knew what he meant.
His dangerous proposal the bonny lass disdained,
an act that made the man insane.
If not the soul of this ethereal dame,
then her body he vowed that he would claim.
Two dark souled sisters to aid their brother,
determined to see he owned her, no other.
Innocence and grace were all they could see
in this barefooted prize under the old oak tree.
Towards her they came, smiling like snakes,
not one of them knowing how high were the stakes.
Waiting and tense in the summer sun,
she knew from the bear their idea of fun.
Nimble as the gentle deer, and also just as fast,
she laughed at them in scorn, and beyond them quickly dashed.
Though not quite safe, the lovely maiden did dare
to boldly step up to the mighty bear.
In his sad eyes she could clearly see
what they intended to be her destiny.
Delicate seeming lass and noble mountain bear,
stood silently and in each other's eyes did stare.
To the bear, said the maid, "I feel your beating heart,
through the forest and this woodland life to which we both are part."
And then the wicked siblings three,
left standing there beneath the tree.
Saw when she turned so they could see her,
a feral light both cunning and eager.
Again to the beast the beauty did turn,
in each of their eyes a wild fire burned.
And to him, said she, will I be true,
for I am no more tame then you.
Forward went the evil trio with intent to seize
this golden haired stranger to do with as they pleased.
But fleet as she was wary, and always quite the tease,
she through their fingers slipped, like the mild summer breeze.
The chase was on, the game afoot, around the cage they went,
the three never wondering when their quarry be spent.
But in their hunt the siblings, by the bear were given pause
as the metal bars shook beneath his massive paws.
For the four footed prisoner, out his awful challenge cried,
and though his struggles could not free him, no matter how he tried,
the daring little miss, with a fairies laugh of glee,
tripped up the catch that held him and finally he was free.
Soon screams rang out through hill and dell
as against his jailors his sharp claws fell.
In the great court of nature there would be no trial,
and he slew each child of that couple most vile.
With daisies in her hair, the little woodland sprite
neither made a sound of protest nor her color go to white.
For even though the killing, made such a grisly sight,
she knew in her heart that the bear was in the right.
The mighty mountain bear standing with his lady fair
were if any could see them, the oddest sort of pair.
For though they did not match, they'd be the best of friends
to laugh in all the good times, and share all the bitter ends.
Then one who had been rescued to his freer bid ado
as they stood there together under the summer sky of blue.
So the lovely forest maiden and the grateful, handsome bear
each went off without a care to their own respective lair.
The wicked siblings three, fallen side by side,
were each to remain there, lying where they died.
Though their absence is a mystery and in the manor they are missed,
most people ask no questions, for ignorance is bliss.
And in the village from hence they hailed,
no tears were shed, no voices wailed.
Nor was any search ever mounted,
as each man and woman their blessings simply counted.