Renkon Root
I put my pen to paper you see,
To tell the tale of the hero T.
Pure of heart and bright of eye,
A true champion it was plain to spy.
He greatly cares for those called friend,
And eager aids them on journeys wend.
His mighty hammer shining bright,
When in a fight strikes with might.
No greater warrior have you seen'd,
With hammer strikes the heart of fiend.
Thus with valor the day is won,
As sure as the rising of the sun.
Thus you have been told of the hero T.
Go now hither between stream and tree,
And tell you now word of T.
To tell the tale of the hero T.
Pure of heart and bright of eye,
A true champion it was plain to spy.
He greatly cares for those called friend,
And eager aids them on journeys wend.
His mighty hammer shining bright,
When in a fight strikes with might.
No greater warrior have you seen'd,
With hammer strikes the heart of fiend.
Thus with valor the day is won,
As sure as the rising of the sun.
Thus you have been told of the hero T.
Go now hither between stream and tree,
And tell you now word of T.
My friend has written this just for me. And I couldn't be happier. heart
