There was a young protector, by the name of Faith,
She journeyed to the Evil Wood, in search of the Wraith.
Through the gnarled and twisted trees she hacked,
Although wafers and a decent weapon she lacked.
The Wraith (that’s me) glided silently towards her,
And in my eyes all she saw was murder.
I clutched my firestone close to my chest,
Then dropped it to fight (I thought that was best).
Faith swung her blade, and hit me with a crack,
But I returned with a much harsher smack.
She parried a blow, and hit me once more,
I had to struggle to get up from the floor.
Punished by a protector, this just wouldn’t do,
It was meant to be her that was slew!
Picking up my stone, hoping she’d take the bait,
I patiently waited, praying to fate.
Several unsuccessful steals in a row, free hits for me,
And Faith’s name soon appeared in the obituary.

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