The Word

I.

While you have had your bit of sport

And lolled around this posh resort,

While you did stroll and sometimes sidle,

Your enemies have not been idle.

And their plan has advanced along,

And they’ve grown smart, and they’ve grown strong,

And once these guys can get no wiser

They will not care for Kebnekaise.

Soon you can leave; you ought to know

You will not want to do it slow.

For reasons I will not explain,

You’re gonna want to talk with Cain.

And, when you get there, Cain is not

The one you’ll have to fear a lot.

Beware the ropes! (They are not his.)

Beware the stabbing of the kris!

And Cain, he rolls, and Cain, he weeps,

But Cain, poor Cain, he never sleeps.

Touch him not and do not worry,

But sister, you had better hurry.

II.

OK I think it would be fun

To take your items one by one.

Your fortress plan needs work, you see

Because of planet Mercury

That is to say, to put it finer,

It’s like a globe, but it is minor.

Of all your tricks they are not scared

Because those fellows are prepared.

A paper search I will not hinder

But all you’ll find are odes by Pindar.

The spring is deep but nothing more

The Roman tombs are just a bore.

The place where gorgons walk the earth

’Snot worthless, but may not be worth

The trouble. Although once king Schlomo.

Sent to here his major domo

Most things there are now gone scott free.

Except, of course, all the xp.