Beware the Gloomspite Gitz, My Friend
Amidst the damp and mustie caves,
The Gloomspite Gitz, in twisted raves,
Whisperen curses, concocten brewes,
And ploten mischiefs with cackling crews.
Their beady eyen gleameth in the dark,
As they scuttle, and swarmen like the shark.
In shadows deep, they hatchen their schemes,
And revelen in their chaotic dreams.
Theirs is a world of madness and gloom,
Where darkness reigns and death does loom.
And yet, their wicked ways drawen many in,
Seduced by their strange and macabre kin.
Beware the Gloomspite Gitz, my friend,
For they’ll twisten thy mind until the end.
But if thou dare to dance with these dark sprites,
Thou’ll find a world where madness ignites.
No Rerolls 