The Epic of Our Adventurers

In this story we tell,
Three adventurers that fell,
For the wish to grant their desires

To a quest overseas,
To a Djinn in the East,
In the land of sand hot as fire

They struck out all at once with a captain for hire,
Then the weather it turned in a sea devils mire,
With a flash and a crash Whip and Vandal dispelled,
When the mire had abated a strange land they beheld

Sensing treasure was near,
They camped without fear,
Lizard locals snuck up to do harm,
Might Rasnaar did roar,
Vandal spied a ship moored,
With a cannon their foes were disarmed!

Buried there in the remains,
Was found a map of hidden gains,
Round the island they set off to find gold,
Through the forest they trekked,
To a cottage most suspect,
Now they sleep in a hag’s foul abode.