Arrrr...
Nay, it's Pseudonym who'll take that walk,
For though 'e tries to talk the talk
'E finds himself an odd transition
T' rhyme "affliction" wit' "position"
An' all ye knows that pirates rhyme
An' dance, an' sing - why all th' time!
So ne'er was the pirate born
Who was of rhyme an' meter shorn.
Despite all this, yer words bite true
(As those of lubbers of'n do)
Me way to welcome folks aboard
'tis with a pen more cruel than sword.
In me defense, I mean no harm
To ego, or t' cause alarm
I merely try t' make it so
Those characters that pass me know
Their bios were of purest gold;
Gives them a story to be told:
Of when they traveled Darkstorme Reef
And passed, approved, to their relief.
But there be no need for such peril
For clerics of Katia and Beryl
And fighters, sorcerers and those
Who fear me eye upon their prose.
The waters 'round the reef will be
As calm as the surrounding sea
Th' reef still lurks, but passage will
No more the softer spirits kill.
I tip me hat to you, me friend
As here me verse draws to an end
My mien, as always, bears no ire
I'll dampen down the "trial by fire."
Yar.
