Berra, der einzig wahre NekromantEine kleine Ballade von Pôlberra, dem einzig wahren Nekromanten Die fleckige Kapuze im Gesicht,mit Augenringen bis zum Schlüsselbeinund auch nicht immer ganz im Gleichgewicht(das kommt vom Rauschkraut und vom Boronwein)– so steht er da, der einzig wahre Nekromant!Er führte Boron selber an der Nas' herum,und dass er stets zu seinen Taten stand,nahm ihm sogar die eig'ne Gilde krumm.Berra war den Boronsdienern nicht geneigt,die taten ihm gar schlimme Dinge an.Dafür hat er dem verhüllten Pack gezeigt,wie schon ein einz'ger Mann sie ärgern kann.Doch nie hat er die Leute umgebracht,wenn er den Mord nicht irgendwie vertretbar fand,und wer euch das nicht glaubt, dem sagt: So machtdas der einzig wahre Nekromant.Und als er unser Herr Magister warmit dem Gesicht voll Narben kreuz und querund mit seinem höllenfeuerroten Haar,da fiel uns uns uns're Wissenschaft nicht schwer.Da waren wir die Herren in der Stadtund räumten jede Nacht die frischen Gräber aus,bis
Helpful Black BoxA young woman named Agathe loved making art, and practiced sculpting all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical harps, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Athens, and a portrait of Pompey the Great that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby black box for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in sculpting to create the most beautiful deviation depicting demon saddels nursing anyone had ever seen. That night, she shouted out the window, "Thanks, black box!"
Searching for Philological CommentariesMy great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after philological commentaries because you'll only end up with a sausage in your eyebrow." I never quite understood his advice until one Christmas, I was gardening with my best friend Shelagh. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was radiating and spooky sounds came from deep within. Shelagh saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!
^^ 'a long long time ago, I can still remember...'
Yeah, I had followed the work on this font and I can say: great hard work...