Cursed by the Tiamat (a poem)

Cursed by the Tiamat

The Tiamat shaped her mouth
Saying to the Queen, “My servants’,
You, you Queen Ellen: the whore
To King Thesas the III
May say this to them,
‘Your God hats me—me!
And I hate them…
And if I cannot live in their city
And have to turn my face
To the seas, I will destroy Yort
Rain down on her—
Like a giant bird, a vicious fish,
And she will pour out her soul
Like showers of wheat.”’

And so it was, a stampede with the
Demigods of old, for domination
Of the city of Yort!

Note: 6-28-2009 (No: 2535)