Tale of the Hump- Part 1

      One form of art I have yet to share on here is my writing. A couple days ago, I began writing a story; the premise of the story is similar to an old fairy tale. The setting takes place in the Elizabethan Era, circa Shakespeare, and depicts a story of a King, a Kingdom and a Beast. 
   The language I utilize is a mix of Archaic Shakespearean and Caveman-broken English. Considering how convoluted it can be, here's the low-down on what this 1st part is depicting: a beast roams about the outskirts of a kingdom destroying various villages; the victims of his bombardment are used to feed his offspring. There are seven and a half of them, but the focus of the tale will be on the half-life offspring. Despite the efforts to contain the beast, the King fails but is unfazed. 

I.

The shut shot foot of the beast terrible

Who ravenged ravenously of the village

Take what needed for it’s offspring

And never looked behind him

Here, it was, remains the everlasting ashes

            of the never-born phoenix

That laced on the top of these denizens

For nourishment for it’s offspring

Foretold was mere shackled morbidly fated

Of it’s offspring horrible

A dastard bastarding muck who soon shall taken nothing

And everything

Increased trifold they amassed to seven

Four, five

Six

and seven

‘Twas life half given

Five

Six

Seven

To a thing gurgling, struggling to press on

(On) the ground, ‘twas called brethren

Six

Seven-en

It broke free of the brazen shackles and rusted leather

Upon having, being, yet told

The high mighty King Laugh

…and one half