I picked my spear last night pre-fight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And I’m gonna be high as a vrok by then
I miss the earth priestess who was my wife
It’s lonely out in Prax
In such a timeless fight
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
Till sun down brings me round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I’m Yelmalian
Yelmalian Shining out his Light up here alone
Prax ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it’s dry as hell
And there’s no one there to raise them if you did
And all these spirits I don’t understand
It’s just my job five days a week
A Yelmalian, a Yelmalian
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time...
End of Glorantha Digest, Vol 11, Issue 301
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