After Aeneas abandoned the city of Troy
For plundering provinces held within his power,
His descendants continued in conquering countries:
Romulus raised up a city called Rome,
Ticius with Tuscany titled his townships
And Brutus most boldly called his country Britain.
Then Aku conquered them all, 'cause he's cooler.
The story I'll speak of surrounds Lord Aku,
And happened one holiday within his own home:
Aku and his comrades, commencing a feast,
Learned that their leader was languishing, bored;
Grimly, the Great One threatened to eat his own guests
If something of interest did not then intervene.
Almost as in answer to Aku's angry threat,
A knight, known to nobody, not even the knave,
Charged into the chamber, his chainmail green,
And green was his garment, and gold was the trim,
And even his face-hair was green as fresh foliage.
His words went to the point, without introduction:
"Who here, might it happen, is the one that's in charge?"
Aku accorded and answered him, standing:
"I am the Master of Masters, the Monarch of Misery,
Why do you deign to disturb us at dinner?"
"I grace you today to engage in a game.
Today you shall strike me a stroke with my snickersnee,
And in a year's time I'll come here yet again,
But then it is I who will instigate action,
And I'll bring my own blow, a gift back to you."
Aku said "Okay," and he acted full swift,
Grabbing the sword from the Green Knight's own gear.
He raised up his wrist, and when ready to strike
He brought down the blade, and the bloke's blood spilled forth,
And the knight's head then landed head-long on the floor,
And he was dead, and he didn't get up again,
Nor did he re-tatch his detached head,
Because Aku is cool like that, and they went back to dinner
And ate all their food, and praised lord Aku.