There once was a grand master that grew a beard
Which lords and ladies feared
So two Prophets and a Equite,
Four GMs and a Knight,
Also grew themselves a beard!

There was a old man on a throne
Who looked just as old as stone.
He had a granddaughter
Who committed manslaughter
Then he was turned to unknown.

One day, a General Jar Jar became,
Heroic acts bring him fortune and fame,
Many children delighted,
While others derided,
and poor George took all of the blame.

Blood runs very cold
Fighting to preserve what’s left
Against Gods upset

Progress strangles growth
Chrysalis, biding, time
Waiting to be freed

Shadows embrace light
Quiet, hushed, waiting
For all to be dark

- Translated by Jus Grizol from ancient scroll found near a rare artifact.

Photography by Wally

There once was a god named Eulauti
Whose legs were as thick as an oak tree
The oceans he swam
and far across land
And all could see he was lordly