Choose Your Own

Adventure Poem

In twinning towns of mage and knight 

One may find darkness, the other, light. 


In Sword lies a fountain in a central courtyard, 

Its water can cleanse any blade, be it marred 

By the blood of an orc, a troll, or a demon, 

And will sharpen its edge for much further reapin'.  

Amid the masses of fencers and fighters 

Walked a woman in red. And just like a spider 

She carried eight swords, and could draw them as quickly 

As if she had eight limbs—a talent so nifty.