'Heed, children'
Listen to the tale of Gnarlstone
Who was said to have torn shark from fin
And make the toughest gnomes moan
From wee youth
A Troll of strength
And iron teeth
Said to run fifty mile's length
Oh boy did they sing great things 'bout
The boy
Ten giants did he route
With a single sword toy!
A feat of the great
Performed not nearly too late

Oh Gnarlstone, listen to the song
A man able to commit no wrong
Listen well, and you will hear
The story about this legend we all hold dear!

When a grown man stood
With an iron stare
Become a legend he could
Lacking anything as angry as a glare
'What a nice lad,'
Those villagers would remember, and say
And it is true to say they were sad
After the man Gnarlstone strayed
Away from home
On his left
The oceans' foam
He put a rucksack on his back with a heft
With a bright green forest on his right
And went on into the night

Oh Gnarlstone, listen to the song
A man able to commit no wrong
Listen well, and you will hear
The story about this legend we all hold dear!

And so the hero became the wanderer
Going on to do great deeds
Never becoming the ponderer
Fulfilling the honourable needs
And so word spread, about this hero of chivalry
Heeding the call of the 'just'
And so the people celebrated with frivolry
And the women slobbered after him with lust
However, only one caught his fancy
This woman was all so beautiful
Obviously not denoted for her brilliancy
And clearly not a bit thoughtful
She was nearly as vain
As the sparkles in the rain

Oh Gnarlstone, listen to the song
A man able to commit no wrong
Listen well, and you will hear
The story about this legend we all hold dear!

And so our hero tried to win her over
This fine, fine maiden
His finest qaulities, he tried to show her
He even fought off, the orcs that were a raidin'!
All for her, who simply nodded vacantly
She wanted nothing more than to make herself more pretty
Her brain at work, but only faintly
And Gnarlstone, was all so grimy and gritty
So, the female ran
For fear of being unclean
She ran away from this unclean man
Which left our hero, still lean
But drenched in sorrow
Dreading the moment when he'd have to face tomorrow

Oh Gnarlstone, listen to the song
A man able to commit no wrong
Listen well, and you will hear
The story about this legend we all hold dear!

Gnarlstone regained his compusure with a grudge
His heart heavier than before
As the empty trail gave him the nudge
To carry on, however sore

Hero of heroes,
Tally on
Your song, we will sing
Long after you're gone!


Penned by my hand on the 15th of Arios, in the year 228 MA.