Pjtor of Kralta

[Cjmate 1270]

The following is a poem found littered in the streets of Felsen:

 

Pjtor of Kralta

By Eric Sarkozic

 

Great, noble Pjtor- great strength inspire him;

On great piles of melon he sat,

While gray-soot men did look and admire

At the rind-horde passing his lips. 

By Godani! The man perched on the green

Wielded two anvils like hammers, 

and with great thunder and calamity

he brandished his prize and struck high

against the white stone, iron before him;

And they were crumpled like playthings.

When mighty Pjtor did go home for supper,

His Mama-Lord grasped him by ear,

He cried, "Pjtor! Why must you make such problem?"

Pjtor succumbed but spat seed at gate. 

 

Edited November 16, 2015 by Cjmate8

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Vlad has someone read him the poem and he smiles.

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Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.