Dark Elven Maid
A cannibal maid and her Warrior blade
They met in a rocky defile
A gay eagle plume was his only costume
And all that she wore was a smile
Together they strolled as his passions he told
In thrilling and tremulous mean
She had murmured no word when a war whoop was heard
And a rival burst out on the scene
'Twas a savage Shaman to the trysting place'd come
Demanding his Dark Elven bride
But the Warrior said with a toss of his head
"I'll have thy degenerate hide!"
So the Warrior flew at the savage Shaman
And the Shaman, he flew at the blade
Together they vied in ther strength and their pride
As they fought for the Dark Elven maid
She perched on a stone with her shapely shin bone
Clasped in her long twining arms
And watched the blood fly with a love-laden eye
As the warriors fought for her charms
Oh the purple blood flew from the Warrior's nose
And the Shaman was struck by the blade
As together they vied in their strength and their pride
And they died for the Dark Elven maid
She made fried wonton from the savage Shaman
And she scrambled the Warrior's brains
'Twas a dainty luncheon when the cooking was done
And she dined on her lovers' remains
Oh the savage Shaman and the Warrior son
Are asleep in a Dark Elven tomb
The three are made one, and my story is done
And the maiden walked off in the gloom.