CBSE Affiliation No. 1030239 Jhalaria Campus North Campus
CBSE Affiliation No. 1030239

The Journey to The Dark Lord

Author: Jenil Chudgar, Class VIII G

I march down the woods,
Riding the magical being under the hoods,
Crossing the snowy mountains and the dry deserts,
I find myself in the lap of death with all my efforts.
While the dark lord is nowhere to be seen.

Searching the forest of darkness as a scout
Hunting for the Fortress of Fear,
As a find even the dainty green leaves a doubt,
The roots of the trees wait as I tear,
While the dark lord is nowhere to be seen.

The Moldy Mountain up my sight,
Was awaiting the search tight,
The climbing was tricky,
But as were the screeching sounds of something sketchy.
While the dark lord is nowhere to be seen.

Amidst the sounds, came a frightening touch,
Was it a silly branch or ghosts in bunch,
I stood there, feeling someone,
It was the Petrified Phantom, the servant of the dark one.
While the dark lord is nowhere to be seen.

The phantom was ready to swallow,
As my help’s cry went hollow.
Nature heard my yelp,
And sent the best help.
While the dark lord is nowhere to be seen.

The charm of the nature was a shooting star as a flaming stun,
It landed the ghost on its back, and we won.
I embarked upon my journey again,
Only to meet a spider in the glen.
While the dark lord is nowhere to be seen.

The spider shot a web of bones,
But the nature yet again called some gnomes,
To protect me as I marched along,
Still wondering long.
While the dark lord is nowhere to be seen.

Finally, as I reached the fortress of fear,
I cared for my dear,
I left him by the side of the castle,
To avoid the further hassle.
While the dark lord stood above to be seen.

The dark lord smirked as I lurked,
He held out his wand in the moonlight,
Only for me to have been reworked,
I too held my wand tight.
While the dark lord was in front of my eyes.

Spells shot from my wand,
The dark lord was ready with a response.
But, ultimately, he lost,
Forgetting his boast.
While the dark lord was in front of my eyes.

The final blow of my wand’s spell,
Took the life of the one who wished nothing well,
The dark lord lay dead,
Bestowing peace as the prophecy had once said.

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