THE POETRY
OF
MYTHS
AND LEGEND
VOL. 4
2012©Caroline Doyle
Published by Rainbow Publishing
Smashwords Edition
Black Vaughan
Thomas Vaughan was an evil man,
That was how he gained his name,
In life he was always troublesome,
In death he was the same.
He met his death in battle,
But his ghost did not lie still,
Which for the local villagers,
Was a very bitter pill.
As legend now tells it,
By twelve priests he was exorcised,
In a magical circle,
He was shrunk to a tiny size.
His spirit was placed in a box,
Then thrown into a pool,
The pool was later emptied,
And the box was opened by a fool.
Only later did he realise,
Once again Black Vaughan was free,
Again more he was exorcised,
And was vanquished under a tree.
The Blind Fiddler
Blind George did the fiddle play,
At the inn every day,
In the village he was known,
Around him now the legend has grown.
They say he went to the Devils hole,
That he was a very brave soul,
He said he didn't need a light,
That the evil he would fight.
As he entered his fiddle he played,
Would he wish outside he stayed,
All at once the music stopped,
No one waiting for his rescue did opt.
What did happen to poor blind George?
Whilst he was deep within the gorge,
For never did this man return,
So what happened we'll never learn.
Bures Dragon
In the country of Suffolk,
A dragon lurked around,
Worrying the locals,
As it stalked the ground.
It slept in the marshland,
Where it knew it would be safe,
Upon a brave knights land,
The locals felt unsafe.
Archers tried to kill it,
But in this they failed,
As the arrows bounced off him,
The local women wailed.
Then the local people,
Gathered all around,
Then the dragon was beaten,
And disappeared under ground.
The Devils Wedding
On the Saturday they were wed
They spent the evening dancing,
But as the nearest clock struck twelve,
The piper he stopped prancing.
As it was the Sabbath,
He would pipe no more,
He packed up his pipes and bag,
And headed for the door.
The bride she was angry,
She still wanted to dance,
She hunted for the piper,
Whom her party did enhance.
A piper then entered,
It was the devil in disguise,
Their soles he had come for,
They were in for a surprise.
Soon he had them whirling,
They were all out of control,
He managed to turn them to stone,
Which had been his goal.
Still today they stand there,
In their dancing ring,
Now for eternity,
As stone they are standing.
Bolster
Bolster was a giant,
Who happened to fall in love,
With a Saint in Cornwall,
She was his holy dove.
But she didn't love him,
And didn't want him around,
No matter how she fled him,
He was always on her ground.
Then one day she fooled him,
Into giving up his life,
Then he knew for certain,
She'd never be his wife.
She asked him to fill a hole,
With his own life blood,
He didn't ever realise,