Chương 142: 1.ii

Gather 'round, ye folk of the land, For tales of Etele, brave and grand. Performed these deeds, where legends cling, In Ulathin's Hinterlands, do we begin. In that wild realm, our tale is born, Etele the knight, forever sworn. His armor gleams 'neath the sky's soft light, Guided by stars, he rides with might. Through highland rough, where shadows play, Etele and his knights, find their way. Through forests deep and valleys wide, In search of honor, side by side.

On hills they stand, those rabbits tall, If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it's taken without the author's consent. Report it. Like shadows cast, they hear the call. With swords unsheathed, they face the beasts, Their courage strong, the spirits feast. In battle fierce, 'neath the stars bright gaze, With every stroke, they earn their praise. And midst the fray, a dragon soars, Lepori Wyrm, its legend roars. With ears as long as shadows' flight, And fur as soft as the sky white light.

Its eyes like coals, its breath a flame, A rabbit's form, with dragon's mein. With blinding breath and claws so keen, It challenges Etele, in the star's soft sheen. But knights stand firm, against the foe, With courage pure, their hearts aglow. Through clash of steel and dragon roar, Etele and his knights set right the score. And in the end, 'neath the starlit sky, The Wyrm was vanquished, no more to fly. So raise a cup to Etele bold, And his band of knights, whose tales are told.

In lands afar, their names shall ring, Etele and his knights, with me let's sing! -The Ballad of Etele and the Lepori Wurm