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Poetry News Post #3793

Mhaldor

Written by: Knave Prodigy Kysias, Bard of Cyrene
Date: Friday, July 29th, 2011
Addressed to: Everyone


i heard that mhaldor was starting some trouble
smashing up icons, reducing to rubble
i can't really say that i'm very surprised
i've seen mhaldor thrice, i remember their eyes
they think they're special,
they think they're grand
they think they can reign in the world with a hand
a single hand, devoid of a weapon
using naught but illusions, it's hardly a step
on the face of the enemies they'd hoped,
their own selves losing face when angry cities then loped
on over to toba and icons they probed,
taking out two as apostates de-robed
rushed frantically to defend them

but this story is yet far from done,
ashtan's not the only city peeved by the fun
mhaldor's had at their expense
hashan wants in on the action, and if you want my two-pence,
i think they'll rush in when the deathsights do stop
they'll cease playing dead and proceed forth to lop
off the head of a tanjinn or two
run back to their city and bid you adieu,
sitting about to await your next next move
all the while sipping ale and stew made of hoove
for alas, their cuisine is quite strange up north
the crown of the mutton does often put forth
such tasty delectibles as human meat pies,
i've even seen dishes which, covered in flies,
do sit on the shelf for more than a year
the thought if it often does coat me in fear

so if you take but only one thing from this ditty
don't buy from wattsee, he's devoid of pity

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Miraman, in the year 573 AF.


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Poetry News Post #3793

Mhaldor

Written by: Knave Prodigy Kysias, Bard of Cyrene
Date: Friday, July 29th, 2011
Addressed to: Everyone


i heard that mhaldor was starting some trouble
smashing up icons, reducing to rubble
i can't really say that i'm very surprised
i've seen mhaldor thrice, i remember their eyes
they think they're special,
they think they're grand
they think they can reign in the world with a hand
a single hand, devoid of a weapon
using naught but illusions, it's hardly a step
on the face of the enemies they'd hoped,
their own selves losing face when angry cities then loped
on over to toba and icons they probed,
taking out two as apostates de-robed
rushed frantically to defend them

but this story is yet far from done,
ashtan's not the only city peeved by the fun
mhaldor's had at their expense
hashan wants in on the action, and if you want my two-pence,
i think they'll rush in when the deathsights do stop
they'll cease playing dead and proceed forth to lop
off the head of a tanjinn or two
run back to their city and bid you adieu,
sitting about to await your next next move
all the while sipping ale and stew made of hoove
for alas, their cuisine is quite strange up north
the crown of the mutton does often put forth
such tasty delectibles as human meat pies,
i've even seen dishes which, covered in flies,
do sit on the shelf for more than a year
the thought if it often does coat me in fear

so if you take but only one thing from this ditty
don't buy from wattsee, he's devoid of pity

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Miraman, in the year 573 AF.


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