First, a fiend stepped forth, dark kin to save,
Thwarting the blow, so cunning and grave.
Then a Hoarite corrupt, against his own creed,
Stood to obstruct, as the fiend did lead.
*A Hoarite Hound. Friend to the local populace, was found laughing rather loud to this poem*
“Oh dear me…this one is even more blind than a man with but singular eyed gaze and deaf to boot! How adorable…a man makes him feel thusly inadequate he has the need to slander. Oh sweet and childish soul…
Oh woe is him and alas. For a man intervened when a Celestial attempted escape, not while swinging axe. For reasons his childish brain sadly can not fathom. Woe and alas… ”
*A recital on the spot, along with a silly dance to mock a Malarite Bard did follow*
“Whenn alll the world has gone to sleep…me! An attention craving and thirsting Malarite Bard! Through forest I creep…my lusty speaaar ohhh it can not wait. The next innocent soul, to penetrate!
From out the wildhood, comes the call; in art of flyting, this Malarite Bard shall fall!”