Witches spew.
The demons tongue.
Kings drink cocktails of ale and rum.
A tale is told by a wise man that night .
Of a mighty warrior that took to the fight.
Hundreds lay dead in puddles of blood .
Wizards and warriors trample through the mud .
Many kings fell while others arose .
Off the beaten path where no grass grows.
Two wizards are born to a tavern whore.
One fights for evil ,the other for good .
Someone lurks in the darkness where no one will see.
One killed their mother as the other stood ,weeping.
