The symbol of fear!
A thing oh so queer!
With armour and spear,
they run like deer!
Out across the land,
one great warband,
a number so grand!
The White-Hand..
They march, they stomp!
Their swords bite and chomp!
Leaving puddles of blood like a swamp!
Screams and shouts, clunks and clomps!
Fingers stretch out,
without a doubt!
That man, the lout,
the one buying the stout.
Slippery like a trout,
sticking here and there his snout!
Down in the South,
grows the White-Hand.
Fingers stretching to the mouth,
it will all soon be their land!
((Many thanks to Glirandir for writing this!))
