Two roads diverged in a fiery town,
And sorry I could not travel both
Be one goblin, I stood with a frown
And turned to one, looking far down
Seeing a river of blood, an hour's growth;
Then took the other to where it led,
The road needing, it seemed, more ruin
Because it was green but wanted red,
And that means it needed something dead,
Which I would provide with a grin,
For when one serves Rallos Zek,
Death and bloodshed be no sin.
By Rawbort Frust
This item is a part of the collection: Goblin Poetry (Ankexfen Keep).