Schlock poetry

From: danny bourne (d.bourne@dial.pipex.com)
Date: Thu 16 Jan 1997 - 22:09:20 EET


Don't say I didn't warn you

Made up on the spur of the.... erm, translated in the 4th age by a
Heortlander sage - reputedly the doomed words Harreck spoke as the Hero
Wars began.

Take this white bearskin off my back
I'm Fated
and it's no big surprise
You don't think I know
Exactly where I stand.
This world is forcing me
To take my stand

Cos I'm just Harrek, be feared of me
Don't let me out of your sight
I'm just Harrek, be feared of me
My destiny's stolen my rights
and I've had it up to here

The moment that I stepped ashore
My life did not belong
to me any more -
not anything that once
I held so dear.
Cos Fate has made me the man
That you fear

Yes I'm just Harrek
I'd rather not be
because you don't feel safe
late at night
I'm just Harreck
A piratical freak
And you all sit and stare
with your eyes
I'm just Harreck
take a good look at me
Just your heroic stereotype
Woe, I've had it up to here
And am I making myself clear?

A hero wars prophecy
(Related by MOBus Thrax, famous Danfive Xaron ex-member and reformed ginaholic)

Just who are you trying to scare with your men's talk of
smashing gods? You think you're White Bull, but
the Razor is thrice blessed!

You need to test your gods and
test your gods again as the
Wyrd of the Wars will bring the Bear to
your neighbourhood, with Razor and her Fool, the
beat-pot prankster

You know the Lunars are well
in need of a saviour, so
take a hero's walk inside the
mind of the Razor.

Sorry about the waste of bandwidth, but I enjoy it

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