A Lord Guardian marched forth from the Keep,
to bury some heresy deep.
But he died much too soon,
on the second of June,
when a lowly Druid put him to sleep.
In Marignon there lived a priest
Who inspected virgins to do his piece
But one of them lied
And he made her his bride
And all of his Blood Hunting ceased.
I have to poke at the Blood Slave issue..... it's become a sore spot for me, I'll try to come up with one that is less tame at some point.
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