Having already had several particularly heartening experiences with the citizens of Felucca, I felt inclined to write a short poem in honour of some fine individuals who have helped me out so far. If it appeals, perhaps we could all join in and share some poetry about our favorite denizens of Sosaria? On Occlo's Streets I found myself with naught but robe and dagger Surrounded by magic and might, and Knights who walked with swagger A look then came across my face, a mix of shock and awe Would I ever find my place? Of that I could not be sure... A face emerged from 'twixt the trees, he said his name was Zephyr From the way I stared with mouth agape, I must not have looked too clever But despite my shakiness of feet he smiled and turned to say You seem to have no place to stay, my dear Sir walk this way... I scrambled quick through brush and scrub to keep up with his steed Along the banks of Salty Lake where Wolf and Great Hart feed An ogre ambled quietly by I froze and stood in terror But Zephyr seemed quite unconcerned, fear in this mans heart? Never We came upon a small abode, he handed me a key "Let this be yours as long as need!" I gasped and mouthed "Who me?!" "Why yes young man!" he bellowed loud and disappeared into the night For my first weeks in this strange land this home would be just right When I walked in I had to smile, inside was such great beauty Portraits, rugs of skin of bear, a chest that once held booty I settled in, but not for long as the sewers called my name Until a warrior I'd be, I'd play the plumbers game Now some time passed and strong I grew, I vacated once I was ready Though fearful of murderer and thief my feet were somewhat steady I found that most charitable of heroes and thanked him for his help He looked me gravely in the eye and said "You watch yourself!" So I roamed through Moonglow lost, In search of perfect spot To build a home, and store my goods, I finally found the perfect plot! Though bare and filled with naught but crates made from common woods I smiled and looked upon this place and thought "I guess this is pretty good!" For days on end I'd sewn and sewn, while dreaming of some wealth I realised I was running low on the things I thought could help While cloth I had in reams and reams and cotton by the pound A simple needle and some thread were no where to be found So I set out towards the town, hoping I would be safe I could see the guards so close at hand, I'd found just the right place But from the yard of graves that I was forced to run right by I caught a Vampire Mistress eye, and right then she caught mine A wall of fire sprung up so quick from just beneath my feet My skin did melt, my blood did boil, no chance for a retreat I walked as ghost for quite some time until I spied a saint With magic of the healing kind he raised me from my faint I crawled my way towards the town, but my gold it had been stripped I spoke to those who stood around, but not a single quip Until a man who seemed to lead a monk towards old Yew He stopped when I did call his name and asked "What can I do for you?" "Why please good Sir, if you could find in goodness of your heart, a few pieces of purest gold, with which you would part?" He smiled and said "Of course my friend, take the gold that I have here, I was only going to throw them at those cats I hate so dear!" Forever will I recall the man they called Duck Pondly Whose pastime of thwacking cats I will remember fondly.. If you're still here I thank you so for listening to these words Tho' at times it may have seemed more than just a bit absurd.. I felt quite moved to tell you all what this had meant to me When the day comes I am run through, it's naught but love I'll bleed!
