Thrusting Though the Night
by Torpen

Thrust thrust thrusting through the night.

What would your mother think?
What would her father think?
I think they would be mad.
Though it makes you mighty glad.


Thrust thrust thrusting through the night.

And finally you feel you've done you're best.
That steel sword right through her chest.
You curse the armour maker too.
For all this work you had to do.

This thrust thrust thrusting through the night.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Valnuary, in the year 249 AF.