Do you remember the big hairy orc,
How he danced and frolicked with glee,
Or the pheasant who died, his heart filled with pride,
And the accident there by the tree?

Well, the orc took a journey to nowhere,
Where he slept both night and day.
His life was riddle, his heart noncommittal,
His future held up by delay.

Then one day he suddenly realized,
How much of a child he had been.
He rose from his bed, brushed his big hairy head,
And started to dance once again.

He twirled about like a master,
His talents so clearly portrayed.
Perhaps no one would see, how good he could be,
But his confidence would not be swayed.

Then out from the jungle a peacock,
Walked proudly into sight.
He spread out his tail, like a beautiful sail,
To the big hairy orc's delight.

The orc smiled through blackened teeth,
And admired the colorful train.
The bird scratched the ground, with a rustling sound,
And sang a melodic refrain.

"Ohhh, the big hairy orc could be violent,
And smash all who happened his way.
But he wants to be, a true friend to thee,
And dance 'til his cares go away."

An orc and a peacock together.
It seems it should not be allowed.
The peacock would sing, while the orc did his thing,
And soon they were drawing a crowd.

The two would become inseparable,
As tight as the grip of a hawk.
An unlikely pair, but they didn't care,
For their friendship was built on a rock.

The pheasant? He'd long been forgotten.
No place in his heart did he hold.
'Cause the orc had seen, he was ruthless and mean,
And his soul was both rotten and cold.

So the big hairy story continues,
A tale that has yet to conclude,
It's wisdom forbidden, it's meaning still hidden,
From the eyes of the foolish and crude.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Naturalis, in the year 555 AD.