Death of a Dog

by The Mad Scot

MadDog came with knives in hand,
By challenge to a troubled land.
Raised him up a spire high,
Declared that Mephto now must die.

Mad Scot too had entered there,
By chance quite close to MadDog’s Lair.
The rabid dog consumed with hate,
Would show the world that he was great.

Lured by words and oaths most foul,
Some others to his madness bowed.
They formed a pact with him to share,
Their fury and their gold to spare.

Mephto was the first he sought,
Was crushed by him when last they fought.
Others though would feel his bite,
Close by was one he thought to fight.

To the east lay cursed Mad Scot,
Surely one of this Mephto’s lot.
They were but friends they had said,
The Dog claim’d they were one instead.

Now the Mad Scot’s blood did rise,
His honor he would now reprise.
Kilts and claymore, greaves and shield,
His armies marched the battlefield.

Mephto brought his archers south,
Vowing he would shut Dog’s mouth.
Now, Welderkev soon took stock,
Worked to cut Dog off from Zock.

But Dog’s friends were quick and sly,
Drained their purses so Dog could buy
A temple and a dragon too,
Now surely the Mad Scot was through.

Another dragon soon joined in,
MadDog could almost taste the win.
Driving back the Mad Scot’s men
Over plains, dunes, wood and fen.

But in the darkness 4 men waited,
Had Dog’s troops and wyrmms been bait’d?
into Jovfir’s cliffs they passed,
to Welbek’s frozen plain at last.

The crooked keep now in sight,
The 4 would bring to Dog a fight.
Past guards and doors, sword and spell,
These warriors would unleash hell.

twisted mind that sought men’s doom
Was found alone in darkened room.
A lamp was lit, the 4 looked in,
Revealing Dog’s demented grin.

King in MadDog, dragon lord,
Drew his curved and poisoned sword.
The first of four threw back his hood,
There in armour the Mad Scot stood.

The Dog rushed in to slay his foe,
Scot’s great claymore deflected blow.
Dog parried and lunged once more,
Scot riposted, the claymore scored.

A howl went up, Dog recoiled,
All his Schemes had now been foiled.
All his boasting, empty words,
His mighty dragons, worthless turds.

As light danced off Scot’s lifted sword,
he leaned forward to speak a few words.
“Remember this day I took back my good name,
ended your rantings in destruction and shame.

These are the wages you have earned with your lies,
I will pay them in full under Midia’s dark skies.
I am the Mad Scot, no other stands here,
You cannot escape the truth that is clear.

Now, listen well and know it is true,
you have no one to blame for your failure but you.
Your dragons, your troops, your friends one and all
availed you not while 4 breached your wall.

A measure of justice will be dealt here today,
but whether you’ve learned no man can say.
Here endeth the lesson, your game here is done,
We fought to the death, and the Mad Scot has won.”