Alari, sassy, trapper she
Doth send her sentries there to be
The great slayers of evil beasts
And even evil priests.
The area lights up with the show
As lightning shoots to here and fro'
And fire is lobbed through the sky
And lands exploding nigh.
The lightning doth shoot through the land
As enemies do try to band
Against the power of the one
Who's having lots of fun.
The fire blasts how they arc high
Into the darkened, starry sky
Only to fall again in place
Atop her partner's face.
The death sentries do make a mess
How awesomely do they make less
Alari's foes there in plain sight
A'finishing the fight.
She takes her time and shops a lot
For better claws as she has bought
The cream of crop for now it seems
The best in the regime.
Her journey still, yet to begin
Has seemed so far and yet she grins
A'thinking about future toils
And how they'll all be foiled.
She steps out into the Blood Moor
A Carver pack that numbered four
Now lie in still bewilderment
With no one to lament.
13 August 2005