Spunticus
His skill with the bow was both renowned and feared, but his poetry was and is revered.
Below is an untitled piece written by Spunticus long ago, about a place and experience lost to the ages.
Wracking pain
Twisting insides
Weakness abound
Delirium rising
I need to save myself
I need to buy some time
Gotta find the solution
Before I fail this revolution
That is fighting to see me die
I need to escape this hell
Before my soul says farewell
Is there Nothing that can save me?
Oh hey, Taco Bell.
Hunger.
_____________________
Satisfaction obtained
Fulfillment received
Nothing could go wrong
Nothing deceived
Rumble
Shake
Grumble
Quake
Panic begins to rise
As fear is in my eyes
You knew this would happen
This is how Spunt dies
Rush to sanctuary
With nothing to harry
Clear my schedule
And all be weary
My throne awaits
In tainted glory
Frozen seat waiting
This is going to be gory
Eldritch utterances
Baleful curses
What foul plague afflicted
Does mine arse scream it's verses
Woe be to the
This suffering of Hell
To all those who partakes
Of the dreaded
Taco Bell