Read The Hour Glass Dagger Page 8

  Brystal Silverhand, who armed with a twelve-sting guitar and his knee-drums, began the simple song he chose to lead off tonight’s entertainment at the Bladed Hammer with.

  (In a beat not unlike YMCA-Village People)

  I say, BE-FORE

  The world was formed quite this way,

  Yes, much BE-FORE

  Be-fore OUR time of day,

  There was no lore,

  There was not, but a void

  Inside the Mo-ther of Go-ods

  SHE made

  The feeling of “lonely”

  And then SHE made,

  DEATH to keep her company,

  And then SHE made

  Sons and daughters

  You’ll agree,

  That’s great! But where to kee-eep them?

  (Guitar thrums five times and, together with drums, blends into a merrier jingle)

  The world was made

  By the Mother of Gods,

  A home to call Their own.

  A place for each

  To rest Their heads

  And rule upon Their throne.

  For this, They vowed

  They would repay

  With gifts from each ones station,

  SHE then sat back

  To watch HER kids

  While They played w’HER creation.

  Played with HER creation.