/* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} This is a poem that I wrote ages ago..and I can't even remember what it all stands for!

The Raow! The Raow!

Them of which you may know!

The Raow, the Raow!

Together through the driving wind,

Hardened up through battles past,

Together to the very last,

Though Death's shadow o'er them has passed

They have not their own out cast.

The Raow! The Raow!

Them of which you may know!

The Raow, the Raow!

Together to the very end,

When through Death's guest has passed a friend,

Though often they may still fight

Sticking together, to them, is right.

The Raow! The Raow!

Them of which you may know.

The Raow, the Raow!

Though the One of Light most do not know,

And weapons'n' fightin' are common,

They usually live together in harmony,

Through wind and rain and sun.