The Keeper's Clever Poems
I was once in the Imperial Empire,
When I found a man with brilliant attire.
I was only a squire,
I took it, and discovered he was a mage of fire.
I soon became very dire,
I ran for the aid of my sire,
I was promptly fired . . .
I thought of becoming a mage,
So I thought the help of a reknowned sage,
I went to his hut and knocked on his door,
He said he had never heard of me before,
I said I came seeking training and more,
He said to hurry up and open the door.
The next thing I felt was the dirt of his floor,
Turns out this man wasn't a sage, but a murderer at his very core,
It was here that I died at an unnatural young age.
