There once was a horkval
ally young
ally beautiful
Left a man to her will
She came to his house
And was fast dragged inside
All wrapped up and bundled
Severly bona fide
The man, he undressed her
And thus she laid back
With passion did he convulse
Vomitting on her egg sack
She leaned up with a kiss
So simple, so right
Then bit his head off
And slept satisfied that night


Yours in service to horkval sex,
Desian Arcan, Master of Souls

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Niuran, in the year 207 MA.