The Tomb of Khaine:
The moans of the shambling horde could be heard
As zombies burst from the depths of the tomb
The Pirates were trapped within the mausoleum;
Caught in the center of a Demon's womb...
It spawned a horror with each contraction
A shuffling parody of tainted life
With flesh that hung in sallow strips;
Carved with the edge of a pus-dripping knife
As more of the beasts spewed forth from the depths
The Captain called for a spark of light
As Haze scattered the explosive dust
A match was thrown to make it ignite
Boom! it exploded with a shock of force
As the Pirates were thrown to the dirty floor
They cleared the space in front of them
But more of the creatures were blocking the door...
"We'll make a run for it, fast as we can.
I refuse to die, by a deadman's hand."
The Captain grinned for he saw the way
A single path to the light of day...
As they dashed for the door; cleaving a path
The Captain scattered some oil from a flask.
With a touch of powder to make it glow
A flame was his way of saying 'hello'...
Or maybe he intended to say 'goodbye'
Perhaps we'll replace the word with 'die'
For a fireball engulfed the entire tomb
As the zombies were sent to their eternal doom...
Now the Book of Khaine was safe and sound
And the tomb was naught but ash on the ground
They had earned their reward and lived through the day
But there was one last thing the Captain needed to say:
"Guys, where's Lyra?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st July 2012