>>97524477Hello fair travellers, I would like to entertain you with a new song that I call Tuffnar the Cucked. Ahem
Oh, Tuffnar once knelt at a maiden’s fair throne,
A fool lost in dreams that were never his own.
He sang her sweet praises, he swore her his soul,
But grasped far too tightly—and lost all control.
Oh, Tuffnar the Cucked! Cast to the cold,
Wailing and weeping, his sorrow grows old.
He rages, he seethes, yet none pay him mind,
For love spurned to madness leaves ruin behind.
He begged at her gate, his heart worn and bare,
Yet laughter was all that awaited him there.
Now scorned and forsaken, he spews out his spite,
A phantom that howls through the loneliest night.
Oh, Tuffnar the Cucked! Cast to the cold,
Wailing and weeping, his sorrow grows old.
The maiden still sings, her joy ever free,
While Tuffnar drowns in his own misery.
