To much ale!
Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2001 9:12 pm
We are stealthy stalkers of the night, those who oppose us are our blight, through mist and rain we lead our band, bow and sword now fill our hand, though screech and growl come to our ears, a murky movement now disappears, with ale and wench we sit and boast, but the silent threats we fear the most, who approaches camp, we do not know, suspicion determines friend or foe, thank you all be you Lord or Dame, from The High Wizard of The Eternal Black Flame.