Sweet Iridine

By Yuki Cosur (with a little help from Rainee and Boab)

Sweet Iridine

Where souls of warriors prey,
where sweet maidens stray,
where the shifty theif prowls,
where the vicious hounds howl,

To the toga many come,
most to drink and just have fun,
some to rest and heal woes,
theives may come to steal shovels and hoes,

On the lovely plane of ereal,
Warriors kill and theives steal,
Please raise you goblets of wine,
To thine,

Sweet Iridine.

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