by: Humbledick Parrywinkle
(Title Photo by Artem Kniaz on Unsplash)

He wore garments that were tattered

They were given by his master

Until one day his owner was dead

But the bandits who were bloodied

Wanted more than what was levied

They were members of the Crimson Cartel

With his eyes now full of vengeance

He tore through them

They had no chance

Trizzo the Mighty was red

For might makes right

Power and glory

Yes might makes right

Righteous and holy

On a journey to a new land

Where a new town would be founded

It was this day the land was reclaimed

But the goblins who were bloodied

They would fight for what they sullied

The Battle of Endora was hell

With his eyes now full of ichor

He tore through them

With the founders

Trizzo the Mighty prevailed

For might makes right

Power and glory

Yes might makes right

Righteous and holy

But the Cartel could not forgive

So they hired an assassin

Until one day his heart would betray him

It was Kismet that decided

That his choices were misguided

The actions of a dragonborn changed him

With his eyes now fully open

He could see all he had taken

Trizzo the Redeemer had changed him

For might makes right

Power and glory

Yes might makes right

Righteous and holy

For might makes right

As he stood before an army

Yes might makes right

Crimson and folly

He wore armour, strong and fancy

And a long sword from his deity

Trizzo the Redeemer had changed them

After the Cartel, t'was a Dragon

Plus a Swamp Hag and a Kyton

Trizzo the Redeemer had changed them

For might makes right

Power and glory

Yes might makes right

Righteous and holy

For might makes right

As he stood before an army

Yes might makes right

Crimson and folly