The Poem of Pudge and Enchantress

Beyond Mountains, valleys and wood
Lays a brown and fancy little hood
Where a happy little creature lived
Both joy and happiness he gived

But a thieve passed his house one night
The creature was at sleep and had no fright
He stole food, drinks and a blue dress
The thieve had the name “enchantress”

The creature woke up in the morning rise
And saw that the thieve had taken more than rice
He built up a rage and a mighty grudge
The locals now call him the Pudge

With hooks, rot, flesh heap and dismember
The thieve he will always remember
That stole the food and the blue dress
He will find and kill the enchantress!

-Sekkjesta