The Campaign: An Epic Verse (Part 2)

Hasim Lamont had planned to give

A quest for treasure so she’d live

A hard, humbling year abroad

And learn to truly love her God.

She was to go to Rockbarrow,

Led by Hasim, but, as you know,

She softly declined his offer.

So He needed new way to lure

Her North, for she had set off west.

Then He sent down eyewing beasts, lest

She’d forever lose His Gold Path.

Fearful Solus escaped the wrath

Of these small flies. She ran away,

Off of her road, into the fray,

Around scratching weed and whipper

Following the old dead river

Through sunbaked trees. The sun did go

To bed once she reached Rockbarrow.

She knocked the gate; there was no sound.

She did observe that from the ground

Up were oaken walls to defend.

She nearly left, but ‘round the bend

Came Hasim, for our Lord forgives

Quickly so that his quests may live

And not become wasted graphite.

By coincidence, on that night

Hasim followed his strange compass

Of rust looking for that abyss

Where it’s rumored that treasure lies.

Hasim arrived with no disguise

But asked only for this small deed:

Help get in town, where compass lead.

She said:

“Ok.”

And together they hopped the wall

And saw inside no one at all.

No commoners; no signs of fight.

And now sun left and took the light

With her. They followed the needle

Of rust compass and nearly fell

Inside the trapdoor once arrived.

She hatched a plan:

“I’ll go inside, you stand guard.”

“Happy to serve,” agreed Hasim,

And with no more talk, she hopped in

To a small dungeon with a pit

And nearby ledge to avoid it.

She walked along and then stepped on

The trigger. That caused the wall’s yawn

And with that, blowdart hit Solus.

“Aha,” did think the Lord, “And thus

It will happened again until

She sees the pattern I have willed

Into these moldy walls.” Yet hence

He over-guessed intelligence

Of Solus… she saw no pattern

Walking her path and did get burns

From each trigger and from each dart

That dug her skin. I know thou art

A clever lad, so you would see

Each trap was laid in steps of three,

But Solus spent her time to build

On other skills and thus was killed.

I see the shock that sparked your eyes

At this new turn, so hear my cries

And sit back down, for though I speak

The truth when I say that her cheek

Hit the pit first when poison won,

                                                  Our Lord’s greatest story’s not done.