"Fargthh´s Curse" by Erick Emert

Ullumbrech from the Pakanno Vigroth
fished a certain pool in northern Kyrrell
where Ullumbrech knew the fat tarili fish
could be found waitin' for his shinin' hook.

A good fisherman was this Ullumbrech,
risin' well before eeohh wail is heard
so ta make the long trek inta Kyrrell
N be castin' ta his pool before shinebreak.

Ullumbrech sent out his line as firstlight
fell across the foggy mist covered surface.
No sooner did his sharp hook strike water
than rises from the gloom a frightenin' sight.

Fargthh, oldest n Lord a the swamp snakes
lifted his selfs from the depths a that pond.
Fargthh, taller than a bonan wood tree
n thick 'round as the top o'a man's leg.

Fargthh towers over fear struck Ullumbrech
swayin' n showin' his poisonous fangs.
"You disturbin' my pool, warrior," he shouts.
"For that you surly meet with death taday."

But before Fargthh can strike from lofty coils
Ullumbrech unsheathes his wammac bootknife
sendin' it flyin' true towards Fargthh's throat
where it finds its mark n sinks ta its hilt.

Fargthh writhes in great pain n agony
slammin' his body 'genst Ullumbrech's chest,
breakin' Ullumbrech's ribs n left forearm,
sendin' him tumblin' hard inta the mud.

"I curse you, Ullumbrech, n all Vigroth,"
Fargthh hisses at he who has maimed him.
"From this day hence, three a five a your kind
who cross Kyrrell will fall ta my children."

Fargtth's stricken body slowly disappeared
below the waters a the murky pond.
Ullumbrech, bent in pain n broken bone,
barely returned ta his village alive.

N so it is that though brave Ullumbrech
did not die that day by Lord Fargthh's sting,
three a five who enter Kyrrell still taste
grievous death at the fangs a swamp snakes.