Role

Chapter 4

Twice a limerick contest donned,
the halls of the Inn far past dawn,
Quick with a quip,
faster with his whip,
the back to back champ was Pharagon.

The brightest star and the goddess of lakes,
never faltering or making mistakes,
saw the bull's mettle,
whilst pulling out flowers and petals,
and made him the king of limrakes.

Now wherever the bloodhoof doth go,
whether on duty or traveling to and fro,
he takes his wins with him,
with a boastful and braggarts grin,
and tells the tales of when others were too slow.

*Stamped with a Bloody Hoof*