Now here’s a tale to make you weep
My encounter with a demonic sheep!
Or so I thought until it spoke
And through my magical defences broke
To bend my mind unto its whims
And thus so enchanted partake of its sins
Oh, never did I think I would live to see
Such a creature as could teach Bellegar humility.
It happened one day out in the woods
I was gathering herbs and other such goods
When on the next rise this creature appeared
And minding me not it approached then neared
Until so close into my eyeballs gazed
Then woe to the gods for I felt afraid
Yet stood my ground with magics ready
And with custom aplomb kept my hands quite steady.
The beast was fluffy grey and most intensely becoming
With arching horns of amber hue, it was really quite something
Those eyes, oh those eyes, I remember them well
Yet couldn’t say if I was gazing into heaven or into hell
And so struck there dumb, marvelling at what appeared a sheep
I soon felt all a daze as if I’d fallen deep asleep
Dreaming strangely the sensation of being drawn and stretched
Towards some unknown thing called a ‘credit card’, that it needed fetched.
And so began a journey across both space and time
Too unbelievable for recounting, far too epic for me to rhyme
Even to a bizarre dimension, called a ‘Face Book’, of all things
Where I mingled like a peasant with some other hirelings
All just to fulfil the desires of this irresistible dire sheep
Yet to this very day I wonder if I hadn’t simply dreamed it in my sleep
Though one thing that I’ve learnt and that I know to be true
Is beware the Weresheep, or next it will be you.
