The Battle of The Great Rats
By Furgale Switchfoot


The Firstblade is dead
Who will take Gormad Tunn's place
As the new Firstblade


Bryal claims his place
Only one can be Firstblade
Damung claims his place


One way to decide
Unto death they must fight
Winner is Firstblade


Brothers joined by rope
Tied to both of their left paws
So they cannot run


Two weapons they have
A small boulder tied to rope
A stout hardwood club


Red silk drops to ground
Firstblade is soon to be found
They swing their wood clubs


Aching from club blows
Bryal sees his chance to win
And swings his boulder


Damung holds up club
Bryals boulder wraps around
Damung gives sharp tug


Bryals boulder cord snaps
Bryal knows his time has come
He has lost the fight

Damung swings boulder
It crushes Bryals skull in
Cruunnnccchhh! Bryal is Dead


Hail, Hail the Firstblade
Lord of all Rapscallions
Damung is Firstblade




This poem was made about the battle of the great rats from the Long Patrol I don't take credit for anything except putting it together