Sceptre of Death
Written by: Alfin Slowhand
From a Milltown Master directed true,to a pirate's cove is a test for you.
Beneath the sand, thrice you descend,
to a watery grave, your journey's end.
Collecting arms along the way,
to aid you on this final day.
Tarry not! Do not linger,
to take your prize from cold dead fingers.
A triumphant march, The Journeyman's stroll,
to receive your blessing, The Master's Scroll.
Yet in the end, all said and done...
A choice is really all you've won.
by Alfin Slowhand