Ch 4 - Disbarring Thugs

Scribbled on a scrap of paper found on a bar table

A modest frame of aged wood,
With time transformed from merriment to gray,
A prison without bars but men,
The sign says naught but fly away,
Inside they stare, and rue, and wish they could.

Gold, horses, and freedom, the pirate spoke.
Out the back, through the alleway.
You need not see the prison’s demise.
The jailors shall not stay.
All was lost in blood and screams and smoke.

A modest frame returned to whole,
A single door stained red,
Inside, a pirate carves a sign,
“Come and taste my Longpecker” it said,
To hang above the Gassy Gnoll.



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