Trisscar the Swordmaiden
The slaves of Riftgard,
In the north waters cold,
Learned the way of a fat Tyrant,
But there's more to be told.
Three certain slaves,
Were planning a scheme,
That would break them free,
And accomplish a dream.
Punished and tortured after being found out,
Others would say they'd have died.
But they were determined,
These three creatures bold,
And would not be buried where other souls lied.
Sailing away on a stolen boat,
Stopped more than once,
By that one ferret devout.
After leaving young Welfo down at Peace Isle,
Triss and Shogg headed for Mossflower.
Meeting new friends along the way,
Though having to part soon after.
The duo kept running,
Till Redwall they found,
Destroying a menace,
And costing Kurda her crown.
Poor Shogg was soon killed,
By the poisonous bite;
He'd finished his part,
But they'd won the fight.
Well, that's all the updating I'm doing for now, but watch for a new poem added to my collection.