Horse-riding, with beer properly geared,
Exhausted, just to meet You.
Moment is hereby,
I always knew.
"Gallivant Knight, I visit your castle.
Heading to your treasure room ..without a hassle.
Taverns will sing my heroic deed
Your precious gold is all what I need.”
Quests are less suited for poor Wizard,
Utterly busy in his high tower,
Elemental magician?! Harmless like a flower!
Snoozing archer? He must be completely a joke.
The flask is untouched, he drinks only the Coke.
Fierce Warrior is given only One.
Ogres are screaming, Treasures are stolen.
Rogues are fleeding, lady hearts are broken.
….excuse me, it was just for the rhyme.
Perhaps I fail but we’ll still be friends
I am waiting for your beta key
Can’t find any without my contact lens.
Ogre-striker, fearless warrior - I am
The real showman!
A poem by BrightFall, published on our forums.