Earth’s foul quiver did let the fearsome bolt
that, by Romag’s release flew to Fire’s gate.
But righteous song of rights proof did volt
the bands demise! Five masques of hydra’s hate
did gird the flames. By Lolth’s dreadful string
Sel wound the fate of two. Rufus shorn
a third by pole. Yet remainders slashing
snags cut Olo nigh in twain! Sword sworn
blue then sallied to the fray, and by Cuthberts
mote did pierce the breast of Echidna’s worm.
The girdle loosened, ’twas the buttface twins retort
to fire the guardians troll, and end the storm.
To complete, our band escaped the Canon’s plan,
tithing hydra’s bound heads to cheering guardsmen.
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