Written by: Druid of the Apple Grove, Arduin Te'Straif, The Scribe
Date: Friday, February 6th, 2009
Addressed to: Everyone
Seabound
Squiggles snuck on a ship
headed 'round Sapience.
Pirates headed from there
t'was a journey quite tense.
Barrels aren't the place
he was meant to inhabit.
So when a drunkard came by
he decided to stab it.
Squiggles donned the drunk's gear,
(found he smelled a bit better)
stole away on a rowboat
he silently untethered.
The ship sailed out of sight
but soon Squiggles found
that he wasn't alone;
so he looked all around.
From out of a shell crawled a crab most odd.
"You're a fool." said the crab.
"An ignoramus, a sod.
Certainly not worth the token of a god."
"Now you bring this foul war into My domain.
You are mad, an imbecile,
a fool and insane.
And I hope the rocks smash out your small little brain."
A whirlpool whipped up
with force most centrifugal
Squiggles feared the sharp rocks
suddenly spied in peripheral.
His body thus beaten, though not quite done
heard Slyphe from the sea,
as he dreamed under sun.
"Best hope My Sister was right, and that you ARE the one."
Penned by my hand on the 6th of Niuran, in the year 266 MA.
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