Warning...this one's dour!
The Three-Times Damned
Silent as stone do they dance alone,
in the hall of the three-times damned,
Oblivion now their curtain call,
as the door in their face was slammed,
The NPC's who dotted the land
inhabit the Serran no more,
The drum's muffled beat bears a tattoo sweet
over grave, over crypt, and moor.
Gareth did succumb to an assassin's sting,
Gorthius likewise did fall,
And running afoul of a party's pride,
Harespia's life now did pall.
Dour is the name of the one who has slain
sweet Erzebette, now in her grave,
And the blood-spattered halls of the Boogre caves
testify there is no one to save.
Ardibren fell to the fang of the Wolf,
Raskalion to a would-be assassin,
The valiant Stout king and the brace of his guards,
lie still from the gold-lust of sin.
Lysandra was felled for the tusk that she bore,
They'd even taken D'Soto's last breath,
But try as they might, they couldn't touch the Knight,
He's already dancing with Death.
Wee Hephaestus now joins in the eternal dance,
Erathsmedor lies still on his hoard,
The wandering monk no longer does roam,
he's gone forward to meet with his lord.
Talrik was slain for running his mouth,
Mighty Oakenmir for his seed,
Torin did fall for the sake of his bow,
And no one to Nivius paid heed.
Now comes the Sphinx, with riddles a-jinx,
Alas, now deader than wood,
And all the sweet mermaids in Collasium too...
They'd slay Kerah, too, if they could!
Even Lord Anephas better pay heed,
with low morales this world have allowed,
Such carnage and bloodshed that's left in their wake
would make even Lord Cet proud.
Wicked, O Wicked, who beareth the blade
and slays the ones who give aid,
What Fate imparts for the treacherous hearts
who betrayeth both fellow and maid?
Only this thing, that in their escape,
the Pyramid door will be slammed,
and screaming, insane, may they wander in vain,
in the halls of the three-times damned.