Ode To Old Bloodtusk
In the woods over Archet way
There lived a fearsome Bristlehide
Of all the boars he was much stronger
But you'll find Old Bloodtusk there no longer.
The wolves nearby at Bronwe's Folly
Were scared to leave the walls that sheltered
Now they roam far and yonder
As Old Bloodtusk scares them no longer.
Still boars live down by the hollow
By the stream they forage and wallow
But now their lives are filled with sorrow
As Old Bloodtusk they no longer follow.
Although all feared those four sharp tusks
Armour-like hide, so hard to pierce
Many folk now do sadly ponder
Just why is Old Bloodtusk there no longer?
