MINIA MARCH

Oooo, I'm on my way to the ivy gates,
And I've got nothing to fear!
I've an angel chum, a sturdy arm,
And a flagon full of beer!

Some say wildcats are where it's at,
Or that weasels are the best!
But when it's time to fight, and funds are tight
Imps beat all the rest!

A simple thump, and their heads do bump
As they collapse upon the floor!
All do fall, awed and enthralled
When they see my angel soar!

Then to the Queen, with wings that gleam,
To collect the bounty gold!
But if she's gone, I'll sing my song,
As I march back to my home!

For I've marched on through the ivy gate,
And seen a host of foes!
From thrice-damned cats and fiends like bats,
That tread upon my toes!
Fearsome though they might have been,
To a lesser lad,
They aren't so hot, when you've had a tot
From a flagon full of beer!

Composed by Vinn, Aspirant of Light

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Glacian, in the year 345 AF.