An army of rat men marched to war,
With swords and shields, they were ready for more.
They scurried and scuttled, a sight to behold,
A verminous horde, their numbers untold.

But Saltzpyre the Zealot, a one-eyed man,
With a rapier in hand, stood ready to defend.
He faced the rat army, a fearsome foe,
But Saltzpyre was not one to be slowed.

With skill and precision, he fought and he slashed,
Through the ranks of the rats, he left them in ash.
The verminous horde fell before his might,
Their defeat was swift, their end in sight.

Saltzpyre the Zealot, a hero was he,
For defeating the rats and setting the kingdom free.
His rapier sang with the blood of his foes,
As the rat men were vanquished, their empire overthrown.

So let this be a lesson, to all who would dare,
To challenge the power of Saltzpyre the Zealot, beware.
For he is a warrior, feared by all,
And in the conquest of this kingdom, he will never fall.