The Tale of The Lord of the Rats

"Children mind your parents, and stray not far from home, But if ye should adventure, go not forth alone, For Lornon's eve approaches when spirits do awake, To wander though the darkness, the innocent to take."

"The eldest bards remember, though few are left to tell, The fate of woe and misery The Lord of Rats befell, In life he was a ranger, dangerous and mean, In death condemned to wander, seldom to be seen."

"Hunting in the sewers he preyed upon the weak, Hiding in the shadows, pain and death he'd seek, So evil was his heart, no mercy would he show, He left a trail of blood wherever he would go."

"The trail became a trickle and then became a stream, His favorite part of hunting was listening to the scream, Their bodies he would leave for rats until the bones were clean, At times he'd play his pipe for them, to call them to the scene."

"One day he came upon a child who had a golden key, With elvish eyes that looked at him and smiled knowingly, 'A curse you bring upon yourself, I warn you of your fate, Ebon's gate you shall not pass until you purge your hate.'"

"His evil ways continued, slaying who he pleased, And living with the rats, he soon became diseased, And when his life was over, so strong his evil will, The catacombs he wanders, his spirit is there still."

"Hiding in the shadows, his pipe the rats still call, to clean the bones of those who underground do fall, And searching for the weak, to whisper in their ear:, 'Beware the Lord of Rats!' and stop their heart with fear,

"Children mind your parents, and stray not far from home, But if ye should adventure, go not forth alone, For Lornon's eve approaches when spirits do awake, To wander though the darkness, the innocent to take."