A collection of poems written by Bertram Hoogna.

Good old Buurglap, god of war
Entered Ulos through Kethra’s door.
Sailed Merrin’s seas against the tide
Crashed his ship and nearly died.
His grieving lover, god of death
Kissed his lips and restored his breath.
Now good old Buurglap can lead to slaughter
All your beloved sons and daughters.

For every dark feeling we seek to hide
A deeper passion and love burns from the inside
Turning the keys and opening the lid
Both bones and treasure in such boxes are hid.

If I were the Queen’s advisor
I think I’d probably disguise her
As a scullery maid
With such a lowly wage
That she’d learn to spend like a miser.

While exploring the graveyard of Sabek, you discover the book of poems near the tombstone of Glormax, the mother of Gulpax.