Aegis the Wanderer

Oh people give ear,
The tale you hear,
Of an adventure dear!

The Great Wander Aegis slumbered,
'Neath the Dryad of Fate's branches encumbered,
Where Fruits of Fortune hung unnumbered.

Aegis awakening did try his luck,
A Fig or two to pluck,
Away the idle hand was struck!

Twas the Dryad who spoke,
"A rule have you broke,
Taking the sacred as a joke."

"Cursed shall you be,
So foul to see
Till you reach the Sea"

"There to bathe with salt
After telling Naiad your fault
Then will ill Fortune halt!"

A great zephyr blew in
Slapping Aegis' chin
With a laurel so thin.

Away he went
To find a tent
Perhaps to rent.

As closer he got a merchant
Upon seeing Aegis did rant
"Flee fiend with the face of an ant!"

Indeed every person he met
Surely Aegis could bet
At his visage cast spear and net.

Long after the sun's decline,
He traveled under star shine
Till he could smell brine.

The ocean was his salvation,
He gave the Naiad salutation,
And began his ablution.

Aegis having of misdeeds repented,
Obtained his appearance mended,
No more the spirits offended.

The tale of Aegis the Wanderer is told.