Stories of Weaklings, who win every fight
against bigger foes with their voices might,
Stories of Anarchists, who do nothing more,
than talk and talk, and still win the war.
Stories of Mages, who mumble and roar,
for a fizzling spell, which still makes them sore.
Stories of Dreamers, who sing in the night,
and weave our future, shining so bright.
All this you can find here, come out of the dark,
set Style over Substance, for that is our mark.
(I actually usually do the opposite, but there is
something to stories of those who live on style)