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Mauve Sun Dreamer
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>Treasures of untold magical powers.
Hah, you wish!
Honestly, I think your policy of not showing us to people is sensible enough, especially given how we've presented ourselves at times. Although I wonder how long you can keep us hidden.
Anyway, admit that you didn't find much treasure of that sort, just one heck of a strange adventure. Ah...By the way, you may want to keep your face straight for what comes next.
*ahem*
Oh Player went to dungeonville, to win his fame and fort-une~
He would be rich and richer still, he thought as he march'd fort-thru~
But once inside the dungeon-cells, much strangeness there he saw~
A snoring fort, a gate to hells, a torn and bloody maw~
Oh take care you adventurers, make sure you have your tools~
A pack is for all travellers, no blade is for all fools~
You never know just what you'll meet, or what you'll face a trip~
Or if you'll be returning sweet, or in a coffin's grip~
The Darkhope demons had ill will, a sacrifice they wrought~
To bring a threat to Byron-ville, 'twas slaves they surely sought~
The threat was huge and solid-set, eight eyes and claws she had~
Her shoulders bore a fury-get, she was a spider mad~
Oh take care you adventurers, make sure you have your tools~
A pack is for all travellers, no blade is for all fools~
You never know just what you'll meet, or what you'll face a trip~
Or if you'll be returning sweet, or in a coffin's grip~
Her fury-get wore glassy blues, and smiled like a garott'~
Cold fir' she lit to ward off grues, and called herself Charlott'~
And in their path this Player stood, he saw things going bad~
That ill would win and not so good, he ran to warn--But egad!~
Oh take care you adventurers, make sure you have your tools~
A pack is for all travellers, no blade is for all fools~
You never know just what you'll meet, or what you'll face a trip~
Or if you'll be returning sweet, or in a coffin's grip~
'twas Charlott' she had other plans, and webs began to fly~
One struck his arm, but yet he stands! And swung back with a cry~
A sword in hand, his jump so far, he sought her head all free~
But in the end his sword was bar'd, by guards he couldn't see~
Oh take care you adventurers, make sure you have your tools~
A pack is for all travellers, no blade is for all fools~
You never know just what you'll meet, or what you'll face a trip~
Or if you'll be returning sweet, or in a coffin's grip~
Charlott' she laughed and told him straight: that she was safe away~
Her form a specter like a wraith, home in her getaway~
But Player knew she lied to him, her dismay had been true~
And with a heave of true-grit vim, he wrested his sword through~
Oh take care you adventurers, make sure you have your tools~
A pack is for all travellers, no blade is for all fools~
You never know just what you'll meet, or what you'll face a trip~
Or if you'll be returning sweet, or in a coffin's grip~
The spider buckled and he stall'd, so Charlott' saw her chance~
She pushed him back so that he pall'd, and dropped to a mischance~
Yet as he dove his sword he threw, and blue-formed Charlott' fell~
Her shape blinked out, but--curse that shrew! He knew she lived in hell~
Why yes, that's a song about you. Liberties were taken, story details changed, etc., etc. Also, you have NO idea how hard it is to find a word to rhyme with Charlotte.
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