1. On a Universal Fact.
Adventurers so brave and kind, ever feeling hearty,
Advice for you to bear in mind, never split the party.
2. On Friends Thrown Together.
The cleric Llywelyn I have trouble spellin', his power of healin' is mighty appealin',
Bhaldrum the arse on a short streak of arson, bang drums in sync to the might of his axe swing,
Lenora the mistress of flora and fauna, protector of nature whos wildlife emplores 'er,
Joe strikin' foes with a flurry of blows, but oh broken oaths leave Llyw's beaux feelin' low,
Late to the performance, Lia flaunts high tier parlance, rebalancing scuffles with faux rhyming jargon.
3. On Dwarves and Arson.
Arguments alive and tense,
Elven scorn directed whence,
Dwarven mind aloof and dense,
Arson was his only sense.
Idiocy rose immense,
Naught an act of self defense,
He quashed the mage's small expense,
Betrayed the dead, a great offense.
Dwarves are stupid, dwarves are dumb,
the one I know is proper scum,
has no compassion for the dead,
no thought for them within his head,
just brutish ideals rattle round,
any common sense is drowned,
'dwarves are great, dwarves are strong?'
that's a straight objective wrong.
4. A Sonnet on King Gabraeil
A royal stare that glints a frosty blue,
His gaze may flush a hotness in my cheeks,
A lofty crown emits a golden hue,
His rays of lush hair flows in mighty streaks,
It conjures forth an image one admires
Yet details pale against unmeasured skill
Be it wicked beasts expelling fires
Or armies kneeling to majestic will
A city born atop his dying tear
The capital divine in holy light
The legends lost to myths became unclear
His reign naught but dramatic oversight
Devotion of mine goes unreconciled,
To mighty High King Gabraeil Feywild.
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