For My Travian King Poem by Ancita Michael

I hailed from magic meadow, raiding fell as my shadow,
I rode my TT everywhere, ignoring the Teutonic Knightmares.
I did not care of the strong imperian nor of the axeman's might,
Coz i had my brave phalanx and wise Druidrider ready in my sight.


Spawned a small town named somerset in a perfect spot
With 15c just next door and other tiles in a the dot.
Unusual was the prince of this land of Bron2fight
He had roman strength gaul heart and teutonic might.


He set as my sitter, made merchants ran round the clock
The luckiest thing happened was that we never got block.
I giggled at his questions and teased his imperians flock
Saving my laziest Lalimbus on the day, to all he put a sock


Even with a thousand pathfinder i lost my vision bright
As i saw him get purple raids early day and late night.
Slight was the change that, the land was now Born2fight
Medal after medal with presence of gold and silver tight.


The prince of this land had many more adventure delight
One is to steal the princess of magic meadow tonight: D