Some trip over themselves to provoke a smile upon their great
God's fair face. To witness the slight curve of their perfected
Lips. A beam of superior satisfaction, any such one would have
Died for. Or the twinkle in their eyes. One can never ask for too
Much, some speak away with abandon, others choose the passage
With careful caution. Either way, they choose to please. Little
Children's sweet blood run from their headless corpse, it is all the
Same. They are to be, God's faithful pawn. Little thoughts are
Forsaken along with their heart's beat of compassion, one must do
What they must to appease their god or goddess. Be it they human
Or drow. Great Zeus or Lolth, the Spider Queen.