Ballad
"The Emerald Isle"
by Elizabeth Santos
Before the days of knights and dragons on the Emerald Isle it's said
Lived the ghastly Beast of Bristles, some have called it "Isle of Dead"
None have come back from this island, all who tried were spiked and burned
That is why some folks still say it is "The Isle of no return"
It's a place of velvet meadows, lovely hills and snow white sand
What is now the Emerald Isle once was christened "No Man's Land"
All had great desire to live there, but somehow they couldn't wrench
This wasted land from Beast of Bristles' slimy snout and sultry stench
This creature lived a thousand years, a thousand more he would remain
A thorn of hope, a spike of fate, the bristled spear of life's disdain
For dreaded monster, though he be, across the isle he spread his waste
The Beast of Bristles made the isle the earth's most fruitful, fertile place
Every youth had in a vision conquering the Bristly beast
Every one who tread the isle became a bristled beastly feast
The folks had gathered in the hall deciding that a hundred men
Would cross the channel late at night and trap him in the creature's den
A hundred men with swords and spears and catapults to smash his brains
The most skilled fighters, slingshots, rocks, every weapon they could name
They came upon the monster's home, the cavern wreaked of beastly grime
Surrounding it, they waited for a signal in a moment's time
The beast emerged from out the cave, the moonlight shown his ugly head
So shocked were they who witnessed live the beast, more gruesome than was said
The sign was given, the battle cry, the spears and rocks and arrows flew
But spiky bristles by the thousands was a force they couldn't outdo
The dead men numbered ninety nine speared and singed, a warrior's plight
One escaped to tell the tale of beast impossible to fight
Then one young man stood up and claimed the Beast of Bristles would be killed
He'd squelch the fire from his nostrils, leave him eyeless and dequilled
Laughter echoed in the tavern, jokes spread wildly through the town
How could a novice gypsy traveler put a Beast of Bristles down?
So young and thin, no warrior he who claimed the animal would die
They watched him board a little craft with just one arrow by his side
The laughter rose with visions of a scrawny lad upon a barge
With bow and arrow by his side to kill an animal so large
They laughed away the day and night and drank as jokes flew through the air
A gypsy with one single arrow, what a joke beyond compare
The boy, meanwhile was coming close, he gasped for breath in musky stench
The Beast of Bristles soon appeared, the boy hid in a nearby trench
The monster was not fooled at all he clamored in his awkward gate
Knowing what would lie ahead, the tragedy of youngster's fate
He then appeared above the boy, bristles poised to swiftly fly
He opened wide his fiery mouth and fury marked his evil eye
The boy within a second's time shot an arrow through the air
A secret poison gypsy potion handed down to gypsy heir
The bristles of the beast fell off and underneath this spiky shield
There was an ugly wormy creature, not a weapon left to wield
The boy returned upon a barge with ugly monster head in tow
He was the hero of all time, the rest's a story we all know
They settled on the Emerald Isle that will remain forever green
And this must be an Irish tale, I heard it from a sweet colleen
source: http://www.silentwords.com/BalladPoems/emeraldisle.html
