Nostro's Message Poem by Harley Morriss

My Armour,
my Helmet,
my sword,
and,
my shield,
give for me,
and the path i shall yield,

my sword can be found,
beneath the ground,
if you are brave,
try the horned grave,

my ancient shield,
is well concealed,
try not to shiver,
when looking in the river,

for the Armour you seek,
take a peek,
in the gloom,
of a nearby tomb,

as you may have spied,
the helmet is inside,
what you require,
is above the fire.