The following are a selection of poems by Buckminster A. Cheatum, a priest of Shador that fancies himself something of a bard.
Battle of Golana
ok.....
It
was brought to our attention
A
loot that would help our ascension
Promises
of magic and gold
If we dared to be so bold
Cyclops
was his name or so they say
a
patch over one eye caused be a fray
He
came to Remi out of the blue
Remi in turn gave us the clue
A
merchant who stole magic from the meek
Was
the story he told last week
A
bounty made for the taking
Riches
beyond our wildest aching
Our
five plus one came about a plan
We
were to arrive and take from the wealthy man
Cy
as we call him for short,
Climbed
the wall and entered the port
He
made his way through the home to the door
Where
we lay in wait for riches galore
Three
entered the door and three remained accounted for
Cy
went up whilst Remi and Alairien took to the basement floor
A
bang and a crash was all we heard
A
beacon of light rang out and our vision was blurred
A
paladin of Arthom rang out in his holy voice
Come
and surrender or I'll have no choice
The
battle was on and in a blinding rage
Sebastian
chopped through the air before I could engage
A
punch from the left and a chop from the right
That's
all it took to end his fight
Golana
held fierce at our back
While
Remi and Alairien took to the attack
Remi
stood tall in the face of many
While
Alairien at first didn't fight any
A
thought and a growl was all it took
I
swore the whole house shook
Alairien
came with a new found fury
From
the closet he burst all mean and furry
The
wolf beast again returned
This
time for their blood he yearned
The
tide was turned in our favor
As
the guard began to falter and waver
As
quickly as it had begun
The
battle was over and done
All
were accounted for except two
Cy and Golana....it can't be true
Quintet of the Wolf
An
evening of fun was to be had by all
Until
a growl from above pierced the hall
Everyone
looked about in astonished fright
As
a wolf beast descended down to steal the night
I
turned to my comrade with an astonished glare
He
too met my gaze with a blank stare
Quickly
we realized we may not be welcome again
For
the treacherous beast was our friend Alairien
It
took two men and had its way
Until
I stepped in to settle this fray
With
a flick of my hand and a growl in my voice
I
sent the beast packing; it had no choice
The
Feisty Fihyr was the buzz about town
'Til
Sebastian threw some coin about to calm them down
His
quick wit saved our tail
How
many more times must we cover out trail
This
is the story of the 'Quintet of the Wolf'
Doomed
to wander 'til the settle under one roof
For
the curse of the beast is upon them
A cure they seek and a tide they must stem
Sebastian
He
wanders the world in search of answers
Disposing of those he thinks cancers
His
hands are his implements of war
Those
who cross him fall to the floor
We
know him as a friend
For
we fight with him 'til the bitter end
In
all his loyalty there is but one fault
A
mug full of beverage made of malt
Sebastian
is his name and a fine one indeed
For
if no Ale is about we all might bleed
Wine,
Ale, and Liquor are his treats of choice
Though
we have all been known to partake and rejoice
He
looks to no man for help in his stand
His answers lie within the mug in his left and right hand