The Philosophical Strangler(117)

                                          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!