Oozing gently 'neath the door,
Sliding through the window.
The Gholam come to take some souls,
Everyone is game.
They have no mercy,
Feel for none,
Their lives they must preserve.
By ripping throats of careless ones,
And sipping at their blood.
To all the world they slowly come
To save us from our peril,
They're all corrupt, but there's just one
Who stands out from the rest.
His name is Scotty,
An English bloke
Who's mighty polite, yet mean;
He turns himself into Oosquai,
An intoxicating Aeil drink,
This draws the attention of the one who bears
The medallion to kill him.
The foolish man (whose name was Mat),
Started drinking deep,
As the Gholam chuckled loud,
The man didn't realize though,
And drank all of him down.
Out of a hole where the sun don't shine,
Scotty, he emerged,
To terrorize two little men,
But first make conversation.
They talked a bit, but then revealed
His evil English self,
Then he went, and attacked the boys,
And someone turned out the lights.
Mat, in a small barrel he hid,
And Rand held up some eyes,
While Scotty went to terrorize,
The other man instead.
Mat, from the barrel he emerged,
And Rand he congratulated,
While Scotty crept up like a cat,
And scared Mat out of his mind.
Mat just valiantly ran away,
As the wolfish Perrin came to play,
And throw things at Scotty's head.
They started to pummel him with stuff,
All having to do with "fox",
But Scotty, being his kind old self,
Informed them of the pendant.
On Mats chest, this they did find,
And they shone it in Scotty's face.
Scotty shrank and leapt away,
But no matter how hard he tried,
They got it in contact with his skin,
And burned up his insides.
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