October 9th, 2011


Occasional Doggerel

Dark were the skies over Great Western War,
Leading the runners was Fagan the Pure.
For Bela and Anna, the proud Outlands Crown,
A lap would he run with his clothing cast down.
The rules were recited; there were few absolutes:
No pictures, no clothing, except belts and boots.
And so will his glory be long guaranteed
On that night when new custom was brought to Caid.