Suffering

Sweat stinging his darting eyes

Hands trembling with the dagger

The suffering will end now or never

Time to end that cocky swagger

Taking deep long breaths

Plunging the knife into the coward's neck

Moaning and groaning, gurgling and spurting

Time to celebrate on the quarterdeck

Year goes by, time for the grand opening

Of The Muck Mush Mash Tavern

A place for one and all

Even those who live in the mountain caverns

Bards strum, sing, whistle, wine, and dine

All through the cold, dark, rainy nights

Chef cooks up every type of wild beast

Gonna conjure this town up to new heights

The town sprouts up, trading booms

Adventurers travel far and wide to the Mash

Plenty saved already to give the kids a swell life

Friends with the Count, never once a clash

Giving folks a more rewarding life

The wretched past dead and buried

Focused on sowing for the future

Relishing the day we got married

Rain obstructing my sight

Shivers echoing in my spine

Hatred fueling me through the oozing mud

Gorgeous visions of blood splattering the shrine

Imagining the despairing cries of his family

When I pierce that ransacker's flesh

Or better yet if I can find use for my flail

Give that rat maurauder a proper thresh

The suffering will end now or never

Coward slaughtered my father in his sleep

Sleeping has been tortue for me ever since

Time to put down that hellhound acting a sheep

His kids will know the pain I've endured

Time to bring this town to its knees

My life of suffering will be cleansed in their pain

My suffering existence will be brought to ease