A KNIGHT AMIDST CHAOS

A carnival parade, a joyous way to spend an evening
But what transpired, you'll have trouble believing
It was the 29th of February, as I recall
Ash colored clouds produced a light rain fall
The showers wouldn't stop revelers from celebration
Multitudes assembled at the festive occasion
Elaborate floats with extravagant sculptures at the helm
Of mythical creatures from mystical realms
Men and women made merriment, children laughed excitedly
Then from the sky came a great blast of lightening
A lofty live oak collapsed on a power main
Cables writhed on the street like worms split it twain
Wind sent the flayed wires sparking up the block
Delivering to what they touched such powerful shocks
The stupendous floats received tremendous jolts
of what I estimate to be about 1 billion volts!
The next occurrence I feel batty to attest
Bare with me good listener, and hear out the rest
The fearsome float figures made of paper mache
awoke and from their crafts and began tearing away
Two fire breathing dragons and a hulking harlequin
a jewel encrusted elephant, and an immense suited skeleton
Also the Minotaur and a most hideous demon
Ran rampant in the rain sending those revelers screamin'
The police fired shots at the colossal foes
Most were trampled to death....so it goes
Buildings were crumbled, vehicles overturned
People fled pell mell as their homes were burned
As the city saw the reaper's sickle come into view
I sprang into action, as I am one to do
Between the two dragons, bravely I stood
Taunting them to burn me as best as they could
With dog like agility I leapt from my place
And the dragons engulfed one another in flames
The giant jester, jumped along, juggling cars
Smashing 'em on the floor like quick draws guitars
I raced to the next the one he chose for his play
Stuffed my shirt in the gas tank and set it ablaze
An explosion ensued enveloping the clown
A hail colorful confetti fell to the ground
The gem-adorned elephant was running amok
When I noticed an abandoned concessions truck
I packed 50 fifty pounds peanuts into a sack
And motioned the mighty mammal over for a snack
As the elephant dined, I gently petted his trunk
Then he wrapped it around me and lifted me up
Friends we became and onward we strode
Sparing no effort, in the chaotic episode
The over-sized skeleton danced in dapper clothes
Knocking down lampposts and telephone poles
Toward the finely dressed Ghost of John
on my gold-tusked elephant I charged head on
Colliding full force into the base of his shins
All of his bones flew this and that-a-way like bowling pins
The Minotaur stomped about city ramming in
store front doors and windows, eating mannequins
I propped a model up behind an open manhole
And unleashed a shout to the unwitting manimal
He raced forth and fell down into the sewer system
An impossible labyrinth he'll never escape from
One day I'll have a son to teach my sword techniques
He'll descend into the foul maze and decapitate the beast
A single menace left, the most dastardly one
The bat-winged demon with the black snake tongue
Mounted upon an old, decrepit cathedral
The dark general directed a battalion of evil
A throng of cadavers he amassed in force
By robbing every grave in the city of it's corpse
An army of this many was too much for one man
So using my mind I devised a plan
I sped to the city outskirts by the wharf
To the warehouse where old parade floats were stored
The figures of gods who inspired great poems
Slumbering there in their fiberglass forms
Dionysus, the god of wine and revelry
Proteus, mutable god of the sea
Morpheus, the god who appears in your dreams
Mercury, the god of success and trickery
My wish was to awaken these divine four
to assist in vanquishing the archfiend in war
With a couple copper cables hooked to a battery
I jumped the first one, then zapped the other other three
Instantly the great sculptures came to life
And desperately I told them of my current strife
Eager to serve, we marched on with courage
To save our fair city from the maleficent scourge
The demon divided his army into four separate flanks
Each one stationed behind fortified banks
His red skin flared, his tail pointed with a spike
signaling his troops to advance and strike
Our band was ready, we held our position
Proteus loaned me his three pronged spear for the mission
The first god to act was he from the vineyard
Pouring from his endless jug he flooded the contenders
The first flank was drowned in the rush of Merlot
The few who could stand were too drunk to stone a throw
Next to turn the tide was the god from the ocean
summoning a thousand seals in one swift motion
The canines of the sea were commanded to attack
Then in the form of a wave he washed away the second pack
With half an army left Morpheus took a stand
Cast a spell of hypnosis learned from his old man
Vaulting into their minds he cast horrible sights
The third flank ran frantically from the fight
Now Mercury stepped up disguised as the demon leader
And ordered the last few soldiers to follow
He led the regiment directly into the river
And by the violent current the fourth flank was swallowed
The demon's ire swelled as he watched his troops fall
With the weapon on my back, I scaled up the wall
Reaching the perch where the heinous one sat
I challenged my horned adversary to combat
Without a hesitation he whipped his tail around
Which I skipped like a rope and gave his skull a fierce pound
In a rage he rushed right at me full-fledged
I dodged and speared his wing as he fell over the edge
Plummeting like a rock for a twelfth of a mile
When he landed his heart was pierced by a sundial
Down below a crowd of spectators cheered
I thanked my four allies, who winked and disappeared
A ceremony was held in my honor the next day
both peasants and royalty had this to say:
"Long Live Devlin, the Noble MC"
"Who guides us through chaos to peace and safety"
And so I responded:
Hear ye, hear ye, my kindly neighbors
You need not thank me, but do me this favor
Raise up your vino, your ale, or your spirit
And lend an ear for a toast, should you care to hear it

May your waters be clean and your moons be many
Your foes be few and your pals be plenty
A toast to all of those elevated to knighthood
by raising their sword in the fight for good