Behold! The land of wizards and elves,
For thieves and bandits to be themselves.
The dwarf, the fairy, the dragon, the witch,
Arrive, arrive, and find your niche.
For out of the ditch
And onto the pages, my characters flow.
Their purpose unleashed, their story untold.
‘Tis Justice we seek and Justice we serve,
Arrive, arrive, seize what you deserve.
The nerve,
Of humans and people alike,
To shun the ideas of things they dislike.
This terrible wrongdoing never atoned
Adventure and mystery forever unknown
As well as the stories about the strife
Of people and places and things.
So onto the Muse of bards I sing.
Pray, tell me your sorrow and tell me your story
And hope my description sees fit for its glory.