Here is a poem i made up. It is about the gods and their legacy.
Ode to Varrock
Varrock a place to start many adventures
An area of peace and beautiful cultures
Many have heard this story be told
But few can recite it as well as King Roald
For he looked back through his family tree
And saw monarchs of Varrock for over three centuries.
This story starts many years ago
With Roald’s great great grandfather King Hugo.
While battling goblins and beasts of the land.
He saw descend a giant, white hand
Saradomin spoke with an authoritative tone
This kingdom requires you on its throne
He set off north towards a suitable site
And quickly worked for saradomin’s plight
With the toil of many a castle was complete
And there upon his royal seat
The great king, Hugo the first
Saradomin had won and Zamorak cursed
But a small rebellious faction remained
Seeing Zamorak as the god ordained
Their church can still be seen in the east
And it’s home to the more violent of priests
This feud unsettled the city somewhat
But this was settled by another god
For Guthix had finally risen from sleep
And what he saw made him weep
It seemed his job to maintain the peace
And keep saradomin and zamorak on a much tighter leash.
Yet as guthix grew weary and increasingly old
A new form of police was required - something bold.
And thus the judges uphold the balance
As reavers and lords clatter their lances
The triumvirate stood fast as a rock
And protected the fair town Varrock.
07-Dec-2010 10:23:28
