Siphoner’s Rhyme #328

When your manamotes are low,

And it’s your party’s time to go,

To the siphon that’s closest to your habitation.

Beg your Party leader’s haste,

As there’s good light put to waste,

By their boasting for the beauty of your gang.

So when their lust’s curtailed,

And your party has travailed,

To the entrance of the siphon of your choice.

Think of those you hold dear,

And put to rest your fear,

Lest it end your budding venture prematurely.

With caution and fair warning,

Go to meet the fight that’s calling,

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And stand true with those you’ve come to count your friends.

Yet Zul’s Ravagers you’ve met,

So taking flight is your safe bet,

Whilst failing to put the screams of allies from your mind.

With their bodies broken,

And with the beasts hunger awoken,

Living through the shame is no sure thing you’ll find.

And as you hide in fright,

From the Ravagers delight,

Be sure to last the full length of the siphons tenure.

For when the siphon breaks,

And your leaders learn the stakes,

Of the tide of anguish and misery that’s to come.

Seek your kin’s long term survival,

And flee Zul’s Ravagers arrival,

To a world far flung from their brutal grasp.

Thus while your factions forces fail,

In a vain attempt to prevail,

You’ll earn the brand of coward whilst you flee.

Having lived to tell the tale,

The evil ravagers entail,

Savor tucking your children in their beds at night.

For when Zul comes a calling,

There’ll be scant time for stalling,

Lest you wish their heads be taken by his spikes.