‘Twas a beautiful day in the fine month of May
When I first heard the tale of young Harold McShea-
How he thought it sublime the old mountain to climb,
For to claim it in the king’s name that day.
So young Harold McShea went right up that mount,
But soon he did find what he’d thought not about.
For along came a dragon, of whom he’d heard tell
Could burn a man’s flesh right into the ground.
Never fear, for young Harold was quite unafraid,
He knew he could come through this peril unscathed.
With a shout he said, “Off with you, most evil dragon!”
And with a slash of his sword sent it off, mostly dazed.
As he came ‘round the corner, Harold noticed a spot
Where one could see further than one might have thought.
And as he looked downward there came into view
The king’s royal castle - but hardly a dot.
But then all at once, Harold’s head became woozy,
For a view from that height must have been quite a doozy.
So quickly he turned and faced back up the mountain,
And his lunch o’er that cliff he did not end up losing.
As he came near the peak, the air turned cold,
But that didn’t bother Harold; he was tough; he was bold.
“I made it!” he thought, “Success now is mine!”
As he pulled out a flag he did slowly unfold.
And right as he started to open his mouth,
He heard something crashing - or was it a shout?
For a moment Harold thought he could smell something burning,
So he quickly turned ‘round to go check it all out.
KA-BOOM! was the earth-splitting sound in Harold’s ear.
The mountain erupted; it hadn’t in years!
It was then he remembered of how he’d been taught
To stay off the mountain by his mother so dear.
And as he did plummet to his sure demise below,
The folly of his quest Harold now did know.
For though he could fend off a dragon and heights,
He could not but fail, when the mountain did blow.
And so ends the story I tell you today,
How the young whipper-snapper did end in that way.
But had he been wise, and stayed off that mount,
You might still today see that Harold McShea.
FOURTH WALL: But that's four vignettes! you may be thinking. Well, you're right... sort of. When I saw the four categories of Evil, Fear, Success, and Fail, I started getting an idea that combined all four! Each section is 6x6 studs, and I built them in modular style, so they all combine to form a 12x12 structure. I thoroughly enjoyed building this, as well as writing the poem! I spent about three hours building, and at least another hour writing. Also, it's nearly impossible to see, but there's actually a light brick under the fire section. Here are a few pictures of the four parts put together.