Caffeine
Caffeine
Registered: Aug 2000
Location: Cambridge
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Nice little thing:
The fires died down, the waters lie still;
And there sat the Mage, alone on the hill.
A spell on his tongue, a brew in his hand,
sat there, he gazed upon the broad land.
From the depths far below ascended with might,
a stone-hardened guard to watch through the night.
From stone, clay, and earth, this creature would fend
off all that would disturb his Master, his friend.
To the south just a bit, in the camp that was set,
his family and friends gathered, all were well met.
With weapons and drinks, they toasted with praise,
in honor of the Mage, on his day of all days.
But the day had not left, though the light was no more,
and the task was not done, as they sat on the shore.
To seek out the old giant, with a single dark eye
and slay the foul creature, so no more would die.
The Mage slowly rose, and addressed the group there,
"The old one approaches, be alert and aware!
Put away all the food, and cover all the beer!"
But the ground shook with fury, and knew all he was near.
The battle was fierce, but the group rallied on,
and as the great beast fell they knew they had won.
The Mage searched around this massive dead thing,
and found only coins, but not the needed ring.
A cheer erupted from the group all around,
the creature was dead, though the prize was not found.
And more of his kind would be sure to appear,
so the crowd rallied on, and a song reached his ear.
"Happy Birthday, good Mage, we all wish you well!
For you and each other, we'd journey to Hell!"
And ringless he was, he knew he'd never been
as happy as he was, surrounded by friends.
The quest is not done, the battle not through,
And jewels, they are rare, and boots there are few.
Though treasure and gems may never appear,
Life as a Jester will never be without beer!
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