Back to the Library(this page written by Richard Peaty)
The call goes out across the town "Hurry all you men,
Lunantha needs more crew, and there's only room for ten."
Oh my smooth-hulled swift Lunantha, you are the finest ship,
I love to hoist my mainsail, and take you for a trip.
And, though the going's rough, and the skies are turning grey,
None of this deters you - you still go all the way!
The call goes out to fishermen in all the little bays,
"Come strip Lunantha's barnacles, and help her part the waves."
And yet, my fine Lunantha, although you proved your worth,
It was not so very easy to book myself a berth.
I think I'll find a smaller ship, one that will stay true,
And leave you as I left you, with your large and able crew.
The sails have all now been unfurled, Lunantha's on her way.
She is carrying our Cargo to another coastal bay.
Lunantha is a flower, the sight of her doth please
And if she needs some pollen, there's plenty of eager Bees.
And big-hearted Lunantha, the girl with the generous trait,
Entertains scholars and children in her chambers, each night, until late.
She is always the one to give freely, she will share all her food, it is said,
Along with her money and jewelery, her knowledge, her time, and her bed.
Lunantha is a flower, but she needs not the light
And so she often opens, her petals, every night.
And though delightful Lunantha, the Rose with the delicate head,
(When the wind picks up, even lightly, It causes her petals to shed)
And though she is often repotted, and tied with strong cord to big sticks
She is never the one to be lonely being covered all over with pricks.
Lunantha is a flower, she's planted in the ground
Where many an ardent gardener will gladly fork around.
But do not worry `Lunie', you'll soon be back in shape,
Like a great big field of fertile earth just waiting for the Rape.
And if you tire of crawling upon your Pseudopod,
Just be grateful of the fact that you didn't insult God!
He travelled with four Sages, and
Their Turb of fighting men.
Beneath the sun, on heated sand
They travelled south through ring of fire
And, when their blistered feet did tire,
He urged them on again.
I shall not speak of Genie's wrath,
When thunder cast us down.
Or when we almost called it off.
Suffice to say, we made our way
All through the sun-drenched night and day
And found a civil town.
The town of huts (baked mud and straw)
Was sorely plagued by tribes
Who attacked that night, two score or more
And though beset by blinding light,
Through ravaged, burning town by night
Seth spilled their foul insides.
He clove in twain each raiders skull,
And hewed them down like wood.
And in the deathly silent lull
(As Charles bemoaned his loss of sight
And Fionn put out the firelight)
They saw that none still stood.
The praise was great, the natives cried
Their thanks to Seth in song.
And when the rain soaked ground had dried,
And Pyran's arm had healed as new
Whilst leaving gifts of camels, two,
Their journey carried on.
Fair Dis was reached, a wonderous sight
A gleaming city, filled
With giant men, who did forthright,
Accept us in despite our state
(We bore wounds which did demonstrate
How many we had killed).
The Lord himself, our wounds did tend
And bade us eat a meal.
The favour asked us of our friend
Was take the villa back for him,
Which Knights from Rome had hidden in.
This would, our friendship, seal.
We sallied forth to parley with
the Knights from Christian parts
And met them on a windswept heath,
Where glib of tongue, we made them sheath
Their swords, and they henceforth did leave,
When wisdom reached their hearts.
This show did earn us much respect
From an Ambassador.
Naobias' Queen wished to reflect,
Upon our news of Catholics,
And so to give our statistics,
We reached Naobia.
A city fair and full of grace,
I never would have dreamed.
We found our quarry in this place,
And so set forth as armoured men
To track it down inside its den,
This diabolic fiend.
The temple of Baal-Hemom, dark
And full of evil thought,
Was where the thing had left its mark.
And so we entered in the place,
The valour shining on Seth's face,
To find the thing we sought.
His minions saw Seth's might and knew
He was their gresatest foe.
Upon his face shone courage true.
Their black hearts shook as fear set in,
They knew they had no chance to win,
As Seth inside did go.
The jungle cat from ceiling fell
Beneath a heavy cloth.
The fate of Seth we could not tell
(It clawed him deep and sent a flood,
From his chest, of noble blood)
Yet still he fought it off.
He bravely led our party on,
Into the darkest hall
We knew not where the fiend had gone
(We saw, before our very eyes,
Three innocents killed by his device,
They did not suffer long).
We found his last scared follower
who poisoned bravest Id
Before Seth's sword destroyed her.
We heard a sound of menace filled,
The fiend wished for us to be killed,
And sprung from where he hid.
A sling of lead hit Oeric's chest
And melted through his chain
A ball of fire billowed out and sent him to his rest.
Braeble and Seth set to the beast
With sword and axe, they never ceased
To try and cut a vein.
The molten lead flew out again
Braeble this time was hit.
He did not fall, he felt no pain
His armour stood against the heat
But then we feared that we were beat
Til Seth the fiend did hit.
This evil man, near death did turn
And cast a fearful spell
And Seth felt bones begin to burn.
As fire, his marrow began to boil,
Seth to his last breath still did toil
To send the beast to Hell.
The fiend was hewn by angered blows
Which came from every side.
(His corpse of metal turned into flows
And disappeared from mortal ken).
To Seth, and sorrow we turned then
And mourned him where he died.
Thus goes the tale of Seth the Jew
And how he and I did part.
He met his fate, with valour true.
And though I can but ask a boon
I hope that all who hear this tune
Could keep it in their heart.
Hooray, hooray, hooray, Misery's on it's way.
There are bad times just around the corner,
The crusaders are coming to kill us all.
And there's no use hiding, 'cos all our magics shining.
The Faeries have gone and the forest will soon decay.
In the caves which we light,
We all keep out of sight
Whilst surrounded by Bishops and armoured Knights.
So while the Church and the army near us hack and stab
We'll wait until we end up dead.
Our Friar's in a crisis,
And he's not the only one.
The town below has a similar foe
And they are now on the run.
If the Church doesn't get us,
The Devourer probably will!
We're hardly safe in a home-made grave
Entombed under Santare Hill.
The Curse of Hades' working
But only on two of us,
There are assassins lurking
For Fionn and for Callidus.
Run away, run away, run away, destruction is on it's way.
There are bad times just around the corner,
The horizon's gloomy as can be
(Except where it's glowing with the storms Mandator's brewing).
We shine out like a beacon for all around to see.
We're an unhappy group,
Who've landed in the soup
Because of something the Bishop of Perpignan has said.
So while the Church and Devourer hasten our demise,
We'll wait until we drop down dead.