For the purpose of discovering
All secrets of Joetry.
As for the design,
From far Pryggia it comes,
Dispatched by Magrit’s hand,
Whose withered veins and
Talons held the might to cast
Her mission unto decrepit
Goimr, tumored city of
Once-proud kings,
Now overthrown, their dynasty
Brought to ruination,
Whose wretched hovels huddle
By the very woods whose shade
Once dappled fair Gwendolyn,
The long hours she strode,
Her keen eyes searching
Every shadow for sign of peril
Whilst her mind wandered,
Pondering the newfound love
Discovered in the unexpected
Form of the hated intruder
From haughty imperial Ozar.
THE CHORUS OF IMPS:
Cut to the chase!
Cut to the chase!
ZULKEH OF GOIMR, PHYSICIAN:
Now the bone fought over by
Miscreants mad and military
Who sought in vain to
Forestall the shrewd acumen
Of the mage Zulkeh,
That is myself, who, now
Apprised of Magrit’s vision,
Seeks to wrest from all
Powers, be they high or low
The truth concerning the fell
Dream of the dotard king.
THE CHORUS OF IMPS:
Get to the point!