Tyanic

Tis' but a cheap fare, To see gallant knight in this medieval fair. Tis' but a wondrous night. A beautiful hymn, A Squire saying Aye. A gift given to him, All these catching my eye. The knights dueling in dual. One took the others bait causing him to forsake the duel, in a manor that did not bate Strings of the bow against the arrows nock Shafts flying through air, Striking with a loud knock, So sees the prince, the heir.

Sean Isle, Wizard "Quack, Quack." Stupid alarms clocks, always making pig sounds. When I was a kid all we had was spin and say, and I liked it, the cow goes Neigh. Summoning a runic mace, I walloped it. "I AM ZEUS, KING OF GODS, YOU SHALL DIE FOR YOUR INSOLENCE." came roaring from the alarm clock.  "You wee wicked whipper-snappy willies." Feeling the familiar pulse of Mana from the veins concentrate and flow, I targeted a terra-tier telekinetic transfiguration spell. "Now Zack," I lectured, "back in my day, people were polite, gods lived in the neither realm. You call yourself The King, BAH, your voice isn't anywhere as smooth or rhythm