Poetry Competition

No worries, you are not the only one that is late. Work, soclial responsabilities and such delayed me a lot. But I managed to throw this together, sorry, it is a bit long. I tried to maintain a constant rythm troughout, so if you can find a bard you're welcome to have him sing this. :PKing Liontongue. Listen, oh listen, to the tale I have sung.the legend of king and the hero among.so listen so well to the tale of the one:the legend, yes legend of king Liontongue. As king he was loved, his heart oh so brave.And to all his subjects his love always gave.But listen, for kings never rule peaceful long:and little he knew, his life soon turned grave. For a little down west lived a king on his own.Atlas the horrid on barbarian throne.His envy so great of the Liontongue land:and as years snook him past his anger had grown. Atlas then sent his messenger downto deliver a letter to the Liontongue town.He walked to the King, and spoke out his verse,that Atlas is great, a man he is lown Atlas him 'vited to a feast big and greatThat Liontongue should come, to feast without any strait.The king would be praised with gifts and fair love.And Liontongue ordered the horses collate. Fortnight that passed, the horses three-ten.And Liontongue conversed with all of his men.That maybe Atlas was not what he seemedBut non the less they all went trough to the den. Atlas them greeted with the bright golden smileand offered them in to the hall to the isle. filled with meat, grub and ale, a feast for a kingand Atlas sat down and ate for a while. But as they all slept, Atlas one only wokeAlong with his men, and to them he spoke.To attack the King's men, none shall then livesoon Liontongue will shiver and croak. But Liontongue knew, and was he so smartthat always some men woke and watched by the heart.And when they then came, they where preparedand Liontongue woke to fight and to thwart. A battle then came, a battle for life.And Liontongue self, he murdered five.But many where much, and Atlas was moreand soon they where cornered, in their little hive. But Liontongue leaped, and charged for the king.And took down more bearers of iron that sings.He cracked trough their shields, he broke in their mindand soon blood was flowing trough the left wing. A pile so great, of corpses then cameand Liontongue under the soldiers, the same.And Atlas then saw, that things where too grimand took down the torch, a Lion to tame. The embers where wild, the flames grew so largein desperate attempt to quell Lion's charge.And soon men of thirty stood there lit in hellbut Liontongue carried, and forth he shall barge With splinters and logs falling over his headoh, how he felt death touching his silver threadand as he broke free from blade from his foeshe felt as this might just be his final bed. The castle came down, from dust and to dust.But none knew what, no what had then justhow Liontongue lived, or if he's out cold.But maybe he's gone, his sword is to rust. But Atlas, oh Atlas was found by the shore.His body was bloody, his throne is no more.The reaper him found, his blade in his life.But the other side knows, what he has to store. Now hear me, now hear me, the tale I have sung.the legend of king and the hero among.so remember the tale, and remember it well:the legend, yes legend of king Liontongue.