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Waponiwu

Ode to the PCs

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There once was a brute named Amarth

Whose breath could make black dragons barf

He drank his foes’ blood

A riverine flood,

His teeth red-splashed piles of a wharf

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Mildred was a good girl

Had to run away

Stretch stout legs

Swing dread hammer

Under light of day

 

Mountain home unmolested

Ma and pa uncollected

Comfort, health

Name, wealth

None could make her stay

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Empty soul, astral shell

Throne of misery

Statuary grand and vacant

Ghastly gallery

 

Born of dragon, Bartho Shett flew

To hall of deathly shame

Home and hearth, long-forgotten

Mended riven plane

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Richard, harsh demanding fellow

Hand and foot of gleaming yellow

Every time he stubbed his toe

The tears and then the prayers would flow

 

Bahamut this, Glynnishmoor that!

Glynnishmoor, Glynnishmoor, did you know

that I'm from Glynnishmoor?

 

Stubbed his toe, so much pain!

Ached like burning ember

Bahamut was there, once again

To nurse his throbbing member

 

Getting killed is a mere setback

When the god of justice picks up the slack!

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A straighter man did ne'er e'er

surf naked on a bear

Salty sea-foam foaming

as the wind blew back his pubic hair

 

None of us should give a thought

to the day of our dyin'

A'long as we from time to time

live balls out like Ell Ryan

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