“Puny elves, stupid orks
Reeking men, craven rats
Bow down, here we come, meet your doom
First a fist to the face
And a shiv in the side
Then a hoof in the back breaks your spine
Watch out on your right
Watch out from behind
Hear your bones be cleft in twain
Watch out, watch out
They’re after your spine
And you’ll never walk again
You’ll never walk again
Too late, too late
That crunch was your spine
And you’ll never walk again
You’ll never walk again”
an excerpt from my entry for Scribe’s Contest XIII
