The Blighted Bunch of Otari

Gather round ye drunks and dreamers. Pour a toast to fates on yest.

For Otari's bravest blunderers have limped back home to rest. Good boy rogue

of bones and blight. Banded crown kept out of sight. He'll chase a

rib more than a prize then vanish mid-heist, wide-eyed surprise. Raise your glass

and hide your scars. They fought the dark beneath the stars.

They bleed, they cry, they crawl, they flee. The blighted bunch

of Otari. Hargrish swings with iron roar till back steps take him out

the door. A mountain proud till pain says halt then bravely shout