Moonday, Planting CY 587: Released from Panic

Proof to ogres and gnolls the same our line held, barely.
A shield sore batter’d the delvers doubted Treme,
Dain to Rufus, blades slicing deeply
the dun rob’d platoon. Yet still they came,
and wakening the sleeping dogs ran through
Rufus to Cyril’s last stand, Treme grinning
death’s head, parrying the bowman’s few
jousts to end our bloody story. Seeing
Oolghrists’ thrall in wait the ranger freed
his panic, and laughing did invite their entrance
to the fray. Then did the gnolls heed
their leaders doubt and run. Rufus, since
revived, charg’d again Romag’s host,
to see the Owlbear put Curate to toast.

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