Na'karden Slayer

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This particular piece of Nebulum literature is fairly ancient, but well known throughout much of the world. It depicts a young man named Kohngor who decided he would do the one thing in the world that no one else would dare to accomplish, kill a na'karden.

Na'karden Slayer

Nothing can kill a na’karden, they say;
Nothing has yet found a way;
But young Kohngor, who lived in Pilor,
Claimed he would do it one day!


Kohngor built a boat of thick wood and strong nail,
But ship builders said it would fail.
Kohngor said he could, and knew that he would,
So he said his farewell and set sail.


He now was alone and far from the shore,
And the storm winds grew to a roar.
He said a quick prayer to calm his great fear,
But the rain clouds started to pour.


Kohngor held on tight as waves grew tenfold,
And his blood was suddenly cold;
For thunder pealed, and lightning revealed,
The greatest na’karden of old!


It let out a roar as it raised its head high;
Its silhouette covered the sky.
With sails of hide, and legs on its sides,
Brave Kohngor thought he would die.


As a soldier of land and a man of the field,
He stood fast with sword, spear, and shield.
A man of the sea would be wise to flee,
But Kohngor would never yield.


Nothing can kill a na’karden they say,
Nothing has yet found a way,
But young Kohngor, who lived in Pilor,
Knew he would do it today!


He threw his strong spear and let out a yell,
But into the water he fell.
Since wakes of na’karden will show no one pardon,
His boat was soon lost as well.


The monster attacked before Kohngor could blink,
Its breath had the mightiest stink.
Kohngor grabbed a fin on the side of its chin;
He clung as it started to sink.


He hung to its head and slashed at its face,
And it surfaced again in that place,
For the sword of Kohngor did hurt more and more,
The na’karden had felt its disgrace.


For hours it swam to flee from his hand,
And then it squirmed onto dry land.
Its thousand webbed legs soon grew stiff as pegs,
The na’karden died on the sand.


Kohngor was a hero when men saw the beast,
For him they held a great feast,
And no man could ask one to copy the task,
Since no man would ever repeat.


Nothing can kill a na’karden they say,
Nothing has yet found a way.
But young Kohngor, who lived in Pilor,
Finally did it that day!


This section © 2009 Ben Hinks