Here are some of my attempts at Gloranthan poetry. Please do not hurl rotten tomatoes (they'd only hit your screen).
A Shargashi Prayer
Hail the Destroyer
for though his foe is gone
his rage is too strong
And the drums beat on.
Hail the Thunderer
though the skys may be clear
the rage isn't gone
And the drums beat on.
Hail the Purifier
while his flames have burnt low
his heat burns long
And the drums beat on.
Hail the Devourer
never sated for long
his hunger is strong
And the drums beat on.