The Crime of a Fickle Fellow (a short story)

Now there was this girl named Ellen; a felon some would say.
For she stole the heart of any man that came her way.

Her eyes like brilliant blue sapphires plucked from the sky,
Had the power to allure in any and every guy.

Every feature soft and delicate; by no man to be seized,
Her hair gold in color, waving in like grass in the breeze.

Ellen's mind was like a crystal with countless a facet.
No woman before her had a mind that'd surpass it.

But enough of Ellen; for there was a man in disarray.
Too sure of himself in every single way.

He was tall, dark, and handsome, and a little bit odd.
For his actions denoted between his ears was not but sod.

He always wore a smile and joked with his peers,
But deep down inside he was filled with tears.

Because the woman of his dreams he had never found,
Or at least till to his eyes Ellen came 'round.

The moment he saw her he stopped dead in his tracks.
Jaw dropped, star gazed, he fell straight on his back.

Recovering from his fall (a rather embarrassing subject to tap),
He made his way over to Ellen ASAP.

He swaggered on over; eyes on the prize,
Puffed up his chest to twice normal size.

He was a man on a mission with one thought in mind,
To win over Ellen and leave all suitors behind.

Introducing himself "Adrian of Dellos" he proudly reported.
And continued by asking if she'd like to be escorted,

To the up-coming ball in the middle of Spring,
And to the one in the Summer– to avoid a one time fling.

With an out-stretched arm he awaited her answer.
Nervous, skin-pricked as if against a lancer.

Dodging every obstacle, side-swiping his every move;
Ellen turned him down flat, she made sure to reprove.

"You, the man most mighty and by far the best,
Of all I thought you'd pass the test."

"Well, me lady!" He exclaimed, appalled at her behavior,
"I only with to rescue you from all suitors, to be your savior."

Discouraged by his answer she looked all around,
And retorted quickly on what she had found.

"All the men I have encountered don't see me for me,
I long for who loves me, if only you could be,

The one who understands and comforts me when I'm in pain,
But all you men with no courage just seem to abstain,

From a woman and all of her emotions,
And yes to you Adrian, I make these notions."

"But fair lady of what test do you imply?
I'm uncertain of the wrong I've done in your eye."

"You only see my features presently while you stand,
And my personality you simply took at second hand."

"Forgive me my lady," he said, "Let me make it right!
Let me prove my love to you Ellen this very night!"

With a smile and some thought she devised a plan.
A simple quest that'd make Adrian her man.

She told of the journey that he'd have to embark,
The search for a rare, most beautiful Lark.

Through misty mountains and mystical woods,
In which roamed gangs and bandits cloaked in hoods.

Across deserts and rivers; all kinds of terrain,
He'd have to travel, wonder, and suffer in pain.

Immediately he accepted to finally retest,
For her love he'd go on this grueling quest.

The lark that he sought was but one in a million,
Indeed 'twas rare; unseen by most a civilian.

Setting off on a path he began his journey.
Hoping he wont return home laid out on a gurney.

He headed for a far away town called Schizilwick,
And two days into his journey he became home sick.

Adrian thought of going home, thought of turning back,
But not till he came upon a peculiar black sack.

It was resting against the ribs of a man that used to be.
He found the bones propped against a large weeping tree.

The palm-sized sack was trimmed with gold and rather light.
It had a mystical aura that in Adrian stirred fright.

He opened it up, bright light poured out like the sun.
Inside were black shells illustrating the journey he'd begun.

They were an alchemist's tool called Aretsim,
They were useful in travel, for teleporting.

He had heard of them before in his childhood years.
Recognizing them, he overcame his fears.

Reaching a hand in the velvety sack,
Adrian soon pulled out a shell pitch black.

He smashed it with his grip- so strong and true.
Inside the shell was a mysterious glowing goo.

It began to creep its way over him slowly, then fast,
Until it had covered his body completely at last.

With screaming pain and searing heat,
He continued his journey without using his feet.

Flying over valleys and creatures many a breed,
The shell sent him soaring with his mind as the lead.

He found himself over a small valley pass,
that led straight into a mountain's hulking mass.

Going inside the narrow opening at the base of the mountain,
Adrian found inside a vault ceiling, courtyards, and a fountain.

Beyond the fountain, deep into the colossal cave,
Was a castle only ventured by the strong and the brave.

The castle was dark and mysterious, with many a large tower.
It's Gothic style, surrounded in fire, made the bravest cower.

Ascending the precarious steps, the thousands to be seen,
He made his way over to the gate with no intervene.

Crossing the gate's threshold without a single plight,
He began to assume that everything would turn out right.

But to his surprise he'd have an important choice to make,
A decision about which path in life he'd take.

After climbing all the stairs in the largest tower,
Adrian mustered all his strength and all his power,

To knock down the iron doors that kept him from his goal,
If he needed, he would have tunneled straight through like a mole.

Through hours of smashing he barely made a dent,
All of his will power and energy he'd nearly spent.

Then he remembered fair Ellen and what he was here to do,
The goal of winning her love caused the next to ensue.

With a tyrannical rage he mauled at the door,
It began to give way more and more.

His fists were like hammers covered in blood,
That delivered strikes faster than a racing flood.

Then finally with an ultimate punch he brought down the door,
And again his hopes began to rise, nay, to soar!

Adrian crept in the chamber and peered all around,
Till his eyes came upon a woman he was glad he had found.

She spoke first "Lark is my name."
Those words that haunted and put him to shame.

For he had spent all this time to prove Ellen his love.
In which he so easily fell, without a push or a shove.

His mind uneasy, his thoughts in a whirl,
Adrian got this feeling that he'd soon hurl.

For at the sight of Lark, the prettiest being.
He fell in love, and for Ellen had no feeling.

With a bat of an eye and a kiss on his cheek,
He had already lost all words to speak.

Adrian made up his mind to marry her right away.
But first he'd tell Ellen of his new love that very day.

Adrian smashed another shell, to Ellen he traveled.
Indeed by what he said she was surely baffled.

Adrian told of his new love and of his adventure.
Yes, his words seemed to pierce and singe her.

Full of malice she reached for her belt and drew a blade.
She repeatedly stabbed him until his eyes began to shade.

Ellen had taken revenge and saw what she'd done.
Then turned the knife on herself and breather her last one.

Now that concludes the story I'm telling today,
About a man and his troubles, what more is there to say?

The moral, quite simply, is to abstain,
From women named Ellen cause they're all insane.

No, I'm not really serious; I don't mean that at all.
The real moral actually is to just not fall,

In love with multiple women at one time,
Because I guarantee they'll think it a crime.

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