The whispering winds bear tales of an adventurer's derring-do unto mine insatiable ears.
But one episode in particular whetted mine appetite. Did you perchance encounter a colossus of steam and steel in Dravania?
Ahhh, so it is true. Pray speak on then, friend. I would hear more of your trials and tribulations within the towering automaton.
...A god born of goblin prayer? A citadel upon legs whose very life spelled death to all without? How...how marvelous!
My muse stirs at the mention of such wonders...and moves me to song! Hearken now unto your own tale, brave hero!
O friends far and near, I challenge you all,♪
To think of a marvel so strange or so tall,♪
A steely skinned giant whose veins coursed with steam,♪
In whose bright burnished bosom foul goblins did scheme,♪
A heaven to they who therein did dwell,♪
But one whose mere being made all else a hell.♪
Forsooth, he could not well be left to abide,♪
So into his huge hand a hero did stride,♪
And battled through legions to reach his hard heart,♪
Conspiring at last to rend it apart.♪
His core being no more, the giant fell still,♪
Though the goblins remained there to plot further ill...♪
Ahhh, my muse has left me... But tell me true─did I capture the essence of your journey?
Well, a poet must change one or two details for dramatic effect. A ballad should rouse its audience, not send them to sleep, after all.
Pray accept my humble verse into your heart. Songs give the listener fresh eyes to see, and mayhap mine own will allow you to look upon your deeds anew...