The legend of Dove

There once lived a lad,
for miles he was the strongest,
any town ever had.
His muscles were of course, huge
such that a lass
could gladly take refuge.
His face, like the moon
without it's spots, over which
the ladies would swoon.
Yet, his nature so mild,
his goodness would pour
out like savages in the wild.

Of course, he went on a quest,
one which has a king at behest,
 a dragon or another evil to slay
and a princess, which he may,
unless he looses his life,
marry and make her his wife.

And indeed did he ride,
across oceans that played with tide.
But in solitude, he must
think of the princess in lust.
For what else could keep him busy,
when everything around was so fizzy ?

As the ship hit the shore,
he fell on all his four,
for two was not enough:
and sniffing the enemy was tough.
Soon a smile took over his face,
looks like he's finally got a trace.

Oh! look the mighty dragon,
upon his cart and wagon.
I wonder where the fire is,
all i see is smoke and wheeze.
Into my ear he say's he has,
the worst of all, which is gas.

Our hero is ready for action,
Turning to the princess, he says
I'll be there in a fraction.

The clouds are now bursting,
the gods have come hurtling,
an epic, a battle ensues,
with swords and smokes and magic.
Curses and wands and all things tragic.
All I here is a wail -

The dragon is slayed,
but the hero still dismayed.
He lies on the ground crying,
At these the God's go flying
What comes of a hero who weeps
or a dreamer who sleeps ?

The princess comes hopping,
to kiss her hero, mints popping.
Aghast she gave a cry,
his lustrous and hairy scalp now a sordid fry.
"Oh what tragedy to loose one's hair,
to be alone without a lady, fair"

With wrenched heart, he says-
"That may be the end of my
hair problem but
there will be no end for you my love,
my lady, my DOVE "


...and so it is said that at this the hero plunged himself into an abyss and died while the princess never married and the God's, taking pity on her, blessed her with the hero's hair (taken back from either Hell or heaven, it is not very clear) and a magical potion that kept the hair fresh,strong,smooth and silky. That nectar is what Dove is made of.( If it could keep a dead man's hair so nice, imagine what wonders it could do to your hair ! ;) )
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