Fraexine's Sonnet

The more I earn, the more I love
The moneys I gain like a turtle dove
Buying, or selling, or even trading
I go for broke! Even for looting!
But then, if life is on the line,
Hold the axe, firm and fine!
As danger lurks close, so near
Hear the uproar loud and clear!
So silent and slow the days gone by
Doomsday clears... no wonder why
No swordsman, no thief dared to face
The tragic zone of bloated, dead race
I don't care, we don't care, for the next showdown
As a merchant, I am proud to fall down!