Come on my friends let’s go and hunt,
Collecting treasure, quite a stunt,
Alsa my push came to a hault,
100 moves and still no vault,
So why do they allude me so,
And yet the maps they freely flow,
And as a taunt when vaults do fall,
The gifts they give are far too small
Hoardes and factions
Maps are still a dirge
Honor and high fives
Heart bless, “Mana Surge!”
Up on the soil, ruled by a pony,
Wicked the spoils, below never phony,
Delve down below, undead at it’s best,
Wicked and cruel, her minions she blessed,
Turning away, her back she has shown,
Lost in her shame, as time has enthroned,
The pieces she’ws paid, of silver if any,
Had weighed down her satchel,
Amounting to many
Hark, there’s a tower, up on a hill,
Let’s blow it up, good for a thrill,
But who should demolish all that we see?,
Who’d volunteer?, alast there where 3,
Now we have options, now there’s a choice,
None of them woman, just the 3 boys,
Ysabelle maybe, let’s go with her,
Nonsense my friends, use 1 to 3 Sirs