Recently a lovely ratting contest was held in the Beacon, and the winner
was Coyn. My contribution to the prize pot was "eternal glory." Glorify
him:

~~~~~The Ballad of the Great Rat Purge of Enorian~~~~~

Low hung the morn, mist wending chill
As the staunch rat exterminators assembled to kill
Rapiers, longswords
prickled forth from the horde
While angels glared, standing ominously still

The cry was raised and the hue was on
Vermins' lives fell, as the sun rose at dawn
Ears, tails and teeth
The rats shrilly squeaked
As the maw of the Underking widely yawned

But the true might of the varmits was sly
And towards doom did they lead the warriors nigh
Rabid and fat
His fur in a mat
The Rat Lord waited at the end of the flight

Unaware, the warriors stumbled into the trap
Giant claws snapped tight with an ironical snap
Cackling
Hackling
The Rat Lord stepped forth, his claws clicking clack

But lo! and behold, one knight stood aside
Too clever for ambush, Coyn's eyes shone with pride
Hack, maim and might
A blur of a fight
And the Rat Lord was left with nowhere to hide

"Stand down, you foul vermin!" Coyn declaimed
"Your squeaks are numbered, your cheeseguards slain!"
Squeak, squeak, slash
A resounding crash
And Rat Lord fell, and with it his reign

Awestruck the others from the trap were freed
(though for a few days they were redolent of cheese)
Applauding
and lauding
The fighter who saved them from the most dire of need

Coyn simply stood modest and proud
The Rat Lord's body he wrapped in a shroud
Heft, drag and haul
Lugging the pall
To sell to Hakhim, before an approving crowd!

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Niuran, in the year 199 MA.