Poems

The Godstone
When Glrr the Obscene threatened all of Whirn

God noticed and with seething hatred threw

A magic stone from heaven up above

To kill his evil son before he grew

But, surprisingly, just for once, God missed

King Widdlespig
There once was a king long ago

Who cut off half of his toe

He sliced it in twain

Squished it to a stain

The reason we never shall know

Moon and Sun
A Valkavian song

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Khala, Szega, one above

And one below the ground

Chasing, dancing, circling

As Visztar turns around

 

Svadovid is shielding

Their race from mortal eyes

Still, see Szega’s brilliant roars

And Khala’s haunting cries

 

Visna, Biedvik, gratefully

Take Szega’s warming gaze

As Svadovid retreats again

And Biedvik’s children graze

 

Men are ever-battling

Their wives and children weep

Khunak halts as Khala calls

And all with Szega sleep

O, Arthos, Thou Vernal Tragedy
''A poem from a pre-Goodist Dovish philosopher. Translated into the Mercer tongue during the years of King Nichalous. The original Dovish manuscript has been lost.''

O, Arthos, thou vernal tragedy,

What contretemps didst thou suffer to,

Though the ever-percolating nozzle which,

Affixed upon the indefatigable well of time,

Must flow ever onward,

Begin thy precipitous downfall?

 

What execrable power, brandished by flagitious villains,

Could extinguish thou so? What most horrid God

did violate thy being? Suffereth my heart

To think upon such incidence

Which, despicably so, has left

An inexorable disfigurement upon

the stunted world we endure to day.