Old English Poem

  Prologue Deep in the forest, where the shadows lie, A tiger prowls beneath the sky. Golden stripes, a silent roar, A beast of myth, a tale of lore. The villagers whisper, hearts in fright, About the tiger that owns the night. But within its eyes, a secret burns, A story of life, as the world turns. Chapter 1: The Hunter's Call The hunter came with bow and blade, Into the jungle’s endless shade. His aim was sharp, his heart was fierce, Yet the tiger’s gaze his soul could pierce. Through tangled vines and twilight’s glare, They danced in silence, predator’s stare. The hunter thought, “I’ll claim this beast, And bring my village a mighty feast.” But the tiger circled, patient, wise, A gleam of fire in its golden eyes. As if to say, “You seek to take, But from this jungle, none escape.” Chapter 2: The Villager's Fear In the village, tales grew wild, Of the tiger’s wrath, untamed and riled. “Keep to the paths,” the elders warned, “For the tiger watches, s...