Next to a shuttle, leaving for Skaia,
The mailwoman 'bout to depart.
Little she realized her ring would be stolen,
Before her mission would start.
For she had been tailed by an enemy agent,
A Courtyard Droll following her,
Stealthily pilfered the ring of the Queen
Acting on orders from Derse.
He sent his report to his Dersite superior,
A Draconian Dignitary.
"Good work, Droll." He said "Now bring me the ring.
The Slayer demands it from me.
I'm expecting report from our agent on Skaia,
The Hegemonic Brute.
He has been tracing the White King's movements
To claim his Sceptre, too.
And, by the way, are you still in that outfit?
The Slayer has said it's passé."
"I'd still rather wear it." The Courtyard Droll answered.
His superior had nothing to say.
The scene had been watched by a dreamer of Prospit,
The Witch of Space, now awake.
She beat up the Droll, who had let his guard down,
So the ring of the Queen she could take.