The Tale of Gortundalte
The man from wales, a gallant lad was sad
to come upon a sight he'd heard about
between the mouth a riverbed, on led
from there, a path away a darkened stair


And so the boy of twenty two went up
and through upon the top a golden gate
inscribed in white in bolden type the words
"A dove for me, to see the flaming tree"


He only had a metal hook this lad,
but he had come too far from home to leave.
The young fellow went over slow to place
in front the curved metal he had so owned


To his surprise, the path surmised a worth
of much the boy bestowed upon the place,
so that the way in front would leave and he
was welcomed boldly by the flaming tree


After this one, I'm going to take a break from posting poetry. I feel I've been posting too frequently.