Once was a drifter
Strange name of Shiftur
Searching for Justice of Hand

Enter the gnome
Too far from home
Displaced in a foreign land

In rocks black of depth
Matched only by breadth
A folly of epic proportion

Quests upon quests
The tests are quite pests
Sometimes it feels like extortion

Trinkets don’t rhyme
Extra attack this time
Perfect for those who hit

Melee you say?
Locks say ‘no way’
We dazzle you with our wit

Run after run
Each time less fun
Angst becoming quite swift

Down goes Gen Anger
Chat hits full clangor
Dropped first time for the Shift

Ozzy the noob
Acts quite the boob
Due to panic and strife

They all yell ‘need’
Don’t touch that ‘greed’
Justice cuts like a knife

Numbers are random
This prose memorandum
Of life’s kicks in the dicks

Not knowing his game
First claim to fame
Ozzy won with a ‘6’

Shiftur went silent
Just to stave violent
A drop that rare is unfair

Ozz carries that trinket
To suffer and drink it
“Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair”

Shout out to Percy
Ozz at Shiftur’s mercy
Poetic reference for nerds

Tales haves their ends
We’re all still friends
But now this one’s in words