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(Totally forgot that I did a poem on Darwin Slepsnor.  He’s definitely evolved a bit since I did this poem.  For one thing, I made him a little chubby and gave him a plan.  This poem is accidentally insulting at a few points too, so you can tell it was done long ago.)

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Foolish halfling
Cursed by curiosity
Beyond that of any cat
Matched by a mouth
Enslaved to every impulse
That crosses his simple mind

Standing to the waist of man
And leaner than an elf
He continues on the path
Driven by no quest
Without a plan in mind
Or a compass in his hand

He runs a dirty hand
Through his hair of brown
Tangled like a nest
As he stares
With eyes of emerald innocence
At the world around

None would fear him
With his foolish grin
And friendly introduction
Free of any guile
He stands as easy prey
Another victim from the gods

The truth is hard to see
Darwin is a childish scamp
Wielding mighty magic
Beyond his understanding
For he is the Sleep Caster
Master of all dreams and slumbers

His ignorance is a blessing
Unaware of forces
That rise to eat his soul
Darwin dances on
Enamored with adventure
And the friends he makes ahead

Years will pass
Before his legend grows
Though he will never know
The greatness he has earned
As he wanders
To all of Windemere’s lands