This is probably the most anti-climatical poem/story that you will ever read/hear that I wrote because I was bored.

"NOOOOOOO!" Shouted Charlie,
As his father died in vain,
Slaughtered by an arrow,
Fired by the feared Dru'dain,

"I shall avenge thee!" shouted Charlie,
His mighty blade he drew,
He charged into battle,
And many Dru'dain he slew,

At least that is how,
Feeble Charlie planned it,
Instead he swung he sword and tripped,
His throat slit by a bandit,

Not every story ends,
With triumph and bliss,
Even though one good thing,
Did eventually come from this,

Charlie's fathers brain,
(A nasty shade of blue),
Was extracted by the Dru'dain,
And made a tasty stew.

Comments anyone?