There are many ways to win a fight
Some just not my style
With quick footwork and nimble steel
Or spells that leave you in a bloody pile.
Nay to us there is but only one way
To slay thine enemy day to day
As your travel on your lonely way
With subterfuge and subtlety
A simple trick is the key
To be the one who survives the fight
And not the one in eternal night
Things we make: Great works of art
Or frightful things to stop cold your heart
A wall-not-a-wall, a floor-not-a-floor
These things spring from the open door
Of mine mind’s creation, its whim,...