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By: Dshinichi
Posted on: September 19, 2006


Twice in a row, twice in a day,<br>
Two Mhaldorians had their way,<br>
O woe is me, o woe is me,<br>
She was quite a hideous beauty.<br>

Siren lineage, Siren blood,<br>
The second thief who took a hard day's work,<br>
Twice in a day, twice in a row,<br>
Filling me with infinite sorrow.<br>

It all began,<br>
In Aeguary,<br>
The 15th of the month, and early spring.<br>

I'd done no harm, I'd done no wrong,<br>
And whistling happily, he came along,<br>
Waltzing from Fish Street to Silverdrop Inn,<br>
He stole my gold and rapiers on a whim.<br>

And with the shortsword he gave me,<br>
I trot off to the sewers, so sadly,<br>
To kill some rats, to earn some gold,<br>
Not knowing the events about to unfold.<br>

With Rajamalan speed and dexterity,<br>
With Inspiration and lionlike ferocity,<br>
The rats I slashed, the thugs I killed,<br>
Plenty a gold from Hakhim, did it yield.<br>

And from the shadows in Medina Street,<br>
The prettiest thing I've yet to meet,<br>
She stepped and walked,<br>
And sang and talked,<br>
All I could do was stand and gawk.<br>

Then she stopped and gazed at me,<br>
And sent off her soulmaster entity,<br>
My roar echoed through Shallam's night.<br>
Glaring at her, I prepared to fight.<br>

"I have to stop her, I have to slash",<br>
"If I don't I'll lose all my cash".<br>
I gripped my shortsword in my hand,<br>
I couldn't let this thievery become a trend.<br>

Suddenly, a beautiful song filled the night,<br>
I looked at the Siren beauty in Lady Ourania's light,<br>
And all the rage that filled my heart,<br>
In a rush began to depart.<br>

Attack her? Attack her?<br>
I could do no such a thing.<br>
Hurt her? Hurt her?<br>
What a stupid thing to THINK.<br>

I shall say no more, the rest is a blur,<br>
Except for everything that I lost to her:<br>

My brooch of Thoth,<br>
My gold of course,<br>
And I passed to her with love,<br>
My leather falconry glove.<br>

My pestilence,<br>
My firelash,<br>
My icewall rings!<br>
All gone, all gone to the pretty thing.<br>