ORPHELLUM
In the Ophellum of Cyntaria the maidplums simp and sonn of days frolom and gone.
Hear their voices chint and glinter cross the pobbled cearvly walls;
One of drandest depler did defend these lorren halls
A magniu of the arcane trend trowed he would stay the blarmy beast.
He squayed fast his staff and fwem his cloak to hold our dear Orphellum.
Then to his vision clomb the terrid beast upon the stoyed siddan.
It rathed and quoamed to strike this magniu and kill him soe for soe,
But bilt stood he against the beast and drow it back away.
Not cland though was this beast to fwip and tun this way,
Before it left it causted out a dom and belleous soom.
Though true was won the Orphellum that day, Cyntaria did not rin,
to see and proe her hero of this battle zim and trund.
'Blest nyax' said he before he left while cearting Cyntaria in.
And now she rens here among the stoy,
While sweet brunsly floans the fairwyn and homnie soafs the layvine
To mark her hullen spot forever more and never never sot.
These the voices sonn, and if you chaim to listen,
You'll hear them chint and glinter cross the pebbled cearvly walls,
When if you visit the Orphellum of Cyntaria, hidden.