Hell i don't care if no one likes this but i do. (i didn't write it)

I slipping on the slime-edged stones,
To that dark place by rusty foxfire lit,
Where they lie watching, Fingering old bones,
Go with my question. Deep into the Pit
Of the Black Forest, where the Erlking rules
And truth is told but always at a cost,
I take my puzzle. Like the other fools
Who've slipped on these same stones
and lost
I come because i must. I have no choice.
The Game is timeless.

The Insane Drunk Druid Tay, showing his slightly poetic side
P.S Hell i love this board and thanks to those who helped creat it (Or should i say forced it into creation)

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Lupar, in the year 243 AF.