I am encouraged and inspired by Fleur's skill in such an undertaking.
Haleth's Face
Dear Haleth needs a new face
She is trying to replace
the one that you see
Its too vague to be
A reflection of her grace
The idea started to bake
With a gender bent mistake
The words of a cur
That named her a sir
Were too much for her to take
A suggestion must be made
Full of care and to her aid
It will be a feat
To find one so sweet
Whose beauty will never fade.
Zakath and the Greater Tomb Wench
It is said he has sworn off love
But, alas, it comes from above.
Zak swore that he was done
as for reasons this is one:
He fights and toils all day
Yet, she still has Her way
Long days and night dueling,
The work, we know, is grueling.
Zakath, what is that stench?
Could it be your Greater Tomb Wench?
Training as hard as you can,
You will ever be her man!
We watch you stalk Her Tomb
so close is your very own doom.
Drawn as a moth to a flame,
Dare we give it a name?
Does she bounce on your knee,
In the dark when no one sees?
Come now, you can tell us
I promise to make no fuss.
For your advancement I pray
and soon will be the day
When you can finally be through
with that hold she has on you.
Please, Zak, shower quit often!
We know you have not option
But we cannot stand the stench
Of your Greater Tomb Wench!