The Rusting of the Relihoust
From Diwher's shimmering shores we ventured forth, our hurangs bright
Our stores of sunlight full, our Solar-Beams pierced through the night
The Relihoust, their helmets firmly fixed,
But grieve! An innocent by Hambing's Helm was tricksed
Behold, Purchankruly, blade of furred heroes
Betwixt the strongest teeth, hath felled our foes
Alas the Hambing's arcane specter wrought yon Purchankruly's hilt to rust
Before the eyes of friends and foes alike the hilt was turned to harsh and swirling dust
Hwaet and harken, harriblex and child:
when seeking foes without, still look within to what seems mild