Poetry: Daggers of Khaine and cooking

[Raithial]

No sword or shield for me
No armour or weapon
No bolts of magic set free

The shield is too heavy for me
No armour or weapon
No magic or bolts in a spree

I despise the brides of Khaine
Their daggers and couldron
They have nothing but death to gain

Their sacrefices and feasts
are nothing but cheap yeasts
in the fine bread of murder.

They kill anyone for any reason
their killings are nothing but treason
towards the god of blood season

They wield the dagger wildly
I wield mine kindly
Not to kill everyone
but to kill that certain someone

Thrust not in the esophagus
but serve their liver with asperagus
Drink their blood like fine wine
and realise the deviding line
between slaughter and murder
it will get you far further
than those brides of Khaine


A poem written by Cyrun
Captain aboard the Gleaming Spike
Librarian

[Calisson]

Kudos!
Just make sure to chant your poem in the appropriate place, where no frenzied girl can listen.
And don't forget, they are girls, they can do two things at the same time: telling you all their hatred and cutting you to pieces.

[Raithial]

Kudos!
Just make sure to chant your poem in the appropriate place, where no frenzied girl can listen.
And don't forget, they are girls, they can do two things at the same time: telling you all their hatred and cutting you to pieces.

well, I don't think those witch-elves would ever visit a library, they just don't strike me like the types to do that.
plus these sorts of poems aren't spoken, just written and read.