The Literary Works of Burnside
Hark ye now Atlanteans all
A tale I'll tell to you
Of a brave Knight stocky and tall
And his tale of daring do
Now a dragon settled in a far off land
Death and destruction it wreaked
And ne're a knight of bold was on hand
As through the air it streaked
Our Knight heard of the citizens plight
And set off as fast as he may
He rode hard and fast all thro the night
And arrived at the break of the day
Where are you foul, scaly worm
Come out and show me your fire
For today on my good lance you will squirm
I'll meet you with courage and ire
All thro the day he battled and fought
Advancing with spear and with shield
He prodded and thrust for the opening he sought
But still the old worm would not yield
They fought and they clashed for another good hour
Our Knights armour all rent
When all of a sudden the dragon did cower
The fire in his breath was all spent
Our Knight he stopped, espying his chance
And rushed in with a full bloodied cry
HELL YEAH he screamed as he thrust his old lance
Right into the old dragons eye
THE TALE OF A KNIGHT FROM ATLANTIS.... By Burnside 2012
This is the tale of a mariner
A man of the salt and the sea
A man who has braved many dangers
And seen all that there is to see
His name was Silas O'Malley
He first set sail only eight
A cabin boy when he started
Who rose thro rank to first mate
Silas didn't suffer fools gladly
He would fight when he was in rum
He once lost an ear in a bar fight
Twas nothing worse was to come
In the year of fourteen oh seven
He took up with a real bad crew
They wanted him to join in mutiny
But our Silas knew what he should do
I'll not be joining you matey's
I've not a mind to be hanged
You see I volunteered
Not likes you who was all press ganged
So our Silas he stood on the aft deck
The Captain he stood by his side
They drew pistol and cutlass together
Twas time for the death storm to ride
The mutinous crew came upon them
Side by side they faced the foul mob
They slashed and they parried, cut and they thrust
Twas becoming a real bloody job
We've killed ten maybe a dozen
But there's time yet to kill some more
The Captain he smiled at our Silas
You mean your keeping a score
For an hour or more they kept coming
Silas slashed them right to the bones
Some fell dead on the deck at his feet
Some over the side to old Davy Jones
At last the leader came for them
All slipping and sliding on blood
He slashed wildly at our brave Silas
Who then killed him right where he stood
So they came at the mob with a fury
Fear and terror the mob couldn't hide
And those that weren't cut down by cutlass
Threw themselves over the side
I am wounded said Captain to Silas
But at least the ships safe and she's sound
Let's clear the decks of the stench of this filth
Then set sail for course homeward bound
SILAS O'MALLEY A MARINERS TALE..... By Burnside 2012
Cold blows the wind of death
When it's your name it cries
Do not struggle, take my hand
There is no place to hide
Death nods it's faceless head to you
Beckons with bony finger
Tarry not upon this earth
In life you cannot linger
Repent ye now of all your sins
Your story is all told
To bed go you for one last time
In grave so dark and cold