Poetry #1 - Queen of Gorgithoth

Deep in the forest, whose name is never spoken, resides a folk of peculiar sort.

A dangerous clan of puddleworts, inhabiting mycelium rings in the array of warrior forts.

And it is in this fantasy land, that kings have reigned for timelines of yore

Before the darkened gloom belonged to her.

She rose from the ashes of bygotten times, and cast nasty spells with her creative rhymes.

The peddlers all fled when the last king was dead,

And the puddleworts grew to numbers of dread

High Hail the Queen of Gorgithoth!

High Hail the witches of Purslane-Demoyah!

Retreat, all you foul, who quiver and hide!

For your era is gone, and your reign has passed by.