Ode to a Shaman
Of magic spell and incantation
Of horrid hell and its placation
Of brewing brews full of sensation
Of helping lose human temptation
Of taking charge of a young one
Of making large what should be fun
Of telling how to get things done
Of saying thou art now my son
But Emon had the worst of all
His apprentice killed them all
Eight by eight statues he broke
To save his love dressed not baroque
Unfortunate as this may seem
The worst yet is to soon be seen
He made a pact with evil Dormin
And so the two were together forming
Emon made up for his mistake
By leaving to go find and break
The monstrosity that he had raised
But when he saw him he looked so dazed
Pity crossed through this shaman's mind
His men were ordered to not be kind
They aimed their bows at Dormin's slave
But they couldn't send him to his grave
Emon chanted under breath
A spell to send both to their death
And with a toss of ancient sword
To death Dormin was pulled toward
Emon's eyes had a hard look
But he knew his son was not a crook
He just wanted lover's life
But he let his love get too rife
Emon slowly got on his horse
And he turned around and set a course
Back at home he'd be revered
But his morals said he should be feared
Of making death and sacrifice
Of squeezing breath out like a vice
Of taking back your own advice
Of having lack of heart of ice