(This page written by Richard Peaty)
I had a little Reptile, Peist was his Latin name.
He was a Boa Constrictor but very, very tame.
He'd help Fionn round his lab a lot, and kept him company
Especially when the Demons came round For Souls (And cups of Tea)
The Storyguide didn't like us, he'd scream and jump about
When we avoided spotting the plots he had worked out.
He really was quite ruthless, and filled with fiendish rage,
He lured us into danger and caught us in a cage.
The horde of Demons clawed us, and when the count grew high
of bodies lying bleeding, we then began to cry.
This diabolic Devil, all grins behind his beard
Then made us hit each other, as all the Demons neared.
The odds were overwhelming, I'm surprised now it's all done
that only three: Peist, Armiger and Jonathon, have gone,
(Oh, and the traitor Simon, and Haniel from before,
Palestina, Seth, Mandator and Maendwrn, that's six more.)
The death toll keeps on rising, old age will make you dead
(Ferrun and Owen Weapon Master died at home in bed).
And if he cannot kill them, he'll cause a lot of harm
Simon lost a leg, Fionn - memory, and Narryn - hands and arm.
And don't forget the curses, he loves to make you sweat
Your magic's bad, your vis explodes, you cannot drink - And yet
Although he's out to get us, (My staff was split in half),
We still meet every Saturday, for Pizza, and a laugh.