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Sairex the Dragwolf -> RE: The World is Too Small [An epic poem, by yours truly] (11/2/2008 13:52:06)
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Chapter 1: The Song of Bob
The tale shall start in a far away set,
a place that mortals want to forget.
There's no-one to greet and no-one to rob
in the deserted ghost-town Bob.
But do not think it was always like this,
it was a great city that all shall miss.
Tis was a famous capital and haven for man,
where citizen's lived happy, while criminals ran.
As I recall the men were bold,
at least that is what I've been told.
But really they just didn't have any hair,
though the maidens were truly fair.
But how the town died, I will not say,
Such sorrow must not see the light of day.
You heard the story that had to be told,
now I humbly beg you for some gold.
As shiny coins fell into the bard's hat,
a village girl asked her dad ''Who's that''?
She pointed at a man wearing thin, shiny plate,
you know he's a priest if you contmplate.
''I am Claret Mull'' he said to the bard,
''Please remember my name, it isn't too hard''!
''I greet you, folk singer, and with that being said,
I am in dire need of your precious aid!''
''You know of a place'' Claret kept talking,
''Where light exists not and the dead are walking.''
''I need to get to Bob right now,
and for a reward, will you show me how?''
That word was like music to the bard's ears,
he quickly jumped up and shouted ''Cheers!''
''Derevain Cabernet is my name
and knowing these great lands is my game!''
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