Another bit of bad poetry, by FreeFrog (1991): We Rajan We rode Ahtra, six legs stampeding like the fury of our greed We rode our beasts through the Plains of Golarin Za Bandits, and Beastmen, fell to our might Like cattle, lay splayed to the carrion birds Stryx and Ur clamored to resist as we came But Urag lay wasted, reeking defeat We Rajan slew Dracartans like pigs Then claimed the fortress of red iron for our own We, guided by Death, or master, our cause We Rajan want all between the desert and Khazad For we are ripe with ambition As other are with love So onward we go, to the dreams we desire As Talislanta is beseeched by our religion, our might We faithful We Rajan We come for you all! There are 4 sections: |
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