Hail, o wander'r
Cold and tired
Take a seat
For I've conspir'd
With the spirtis
Ice and fire.
Partake of meat
Partake of lyre
Let the song and steam
Rise higher.
From whence came thee, o traveller strange
To find thyself near Thorgrim's range
For these are ill times, exodite
Filled with hate, and filled with spite.
Art thee alone? Or with a friend?
Perhaps some villain's life to end?
Thy strength and manner hard to see,
Neath ash, neath sand, thus I prithee,
As we now sup, and sit in silence,
hidden from the storm's great violence
To tell thy tale, ere night doth fall
What say thee, trav'ler, to my call?
My greetings, /monster/ joyful, merry.
In this new thread I shall not tarry.
The rules of action, new, untested,
Perhaps of merit, perhaps bested.
Present thine action, without prompt;
thy only guide thy sense and skill
the consequences: praised or stomp'd?
If it is thy truest will,
respond in meter! I'll be thrilled!
Deduce among thyselves what's wisdom
Folly too, though there be schism
I will tally vote and theory
Unanimous clear or chaotic 'nd bleary.
Your name? Your kind? Your skills and traits?
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