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Category: Horror/Alternate History
Description: Medieval civilization was under threat from the undead. When lion-hearted Richard ruled the roost Of England, he decided that to boost His regal reputation he should mount A war to wrest from Turkish men the fount Of Christendom; yet in that desert land A zombie plague emerged from 'midst the sand. A necromancer's alchemistic spell Reanimated corpses bound for Hell (And even bound for Heaven's pearly gate). Soon after 'twas apparent that the fate Of all on Earth--the evil and the good--Was in the hands of Robin of the Hood Whose outlaw men, along with Friar Tuck, Against rampaging hordes of zombies struck. They fought to save the likes of you and I, Not caring that one slip might make them die. Their tale lies here, within this humble book--I pray you'll spare the time to take a look.
eBook Publisher: Coscom Entertainment, 2009 2009
eBookwise Release Date: November 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [188 KB]
Words: 19811
Reading time: 56-79 min.

Prologue to the Monk's Second Tale

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As night drew in, young Geoffrey Chaucer's band

Of pilgrims, sensing darkness was at hand,

Demanded that the next narration told

Should terrify and make the blood run cold.

So at a woodland inn the palmers stopped

And off their carts and weary mounts they hopped.

Then gath'ring in the hostelry they sought

To keep on track their storytelling sport.

They asked for one who'd spread a dose of fear

To frighten them whilst supping wine and beer.

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The Monk spoke up to volunteer a tale,

Then putting down a flagon full of ale

Requested that the keeper of the inn

Suppress all boist'rous revelry and din.

--

"Illuminate this cheerless, brooding room

With candles," added he, "then in the gloom,

Amidst the spooky shadows I shall tell

Of grave events and horrors that befell

The peasants and the gentlefolk who dwelt

Round Nottingham and in the woodland belt

Surrounding that fair town some years ago.

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"Yet ere from twixt my lips this tale doth flow

Of Death's reanimations and of days

Spent fighting Satan's devilish malaise,

Allow me to describe the stricken state

Of England when King Richard's sovereign fate

Was hanging in the balance and his lands

Were held, in trust, in crafty Prince John's hands."

--

The landlord did as bidden to arrange

For candles put in every sconce till strange

And ghostly silhouettes of those arrayed

About the room upon the four walls played.

Then once an air of creepiness was set

The Monk fulfilled his storytelling debt.