Bard Billot on Atilla the Brown
Look on my Works, ye Mighty
Lo, from the vast rolling plains of the north rides Attila the Brown, most dreaded and legendary Khan of the Steppes. From the desert lands of doom he sweeps, and all fall before his scimitar: Leo of Molloy, Lady Viv the Fair, even High Chief Efeso, viceroy of the Red Empress. Lo, the satraps of the Land of Auk prostrate themselves; the merchants and officials arrive with booty and offerings. Thwap! Another head flies sideways from the Khan's fearsome lopper. "O Great One," quaver the scribes, "what hours will you keep on the throne?" "Verily," roars Attila, "I will keep the hours that a Khan of my stature feels like!" "O Great One," wonder the scribes, "our tribute of $270k per annum is beyond comprehension of mere mortals!" "Verily," the Khan guffaws, "for an immortal King of Kings your meagre shekels are not worth my effort to pluck from the treasure chest." "What say you, Wormtongue?" chuckles the Khan, merciless Attila the Brown as he tosses another lopped head into his bloody sack. "I am showing them who is calling the shots!" And behind the Khan trotting on his ass Wormtongue Hooton turns, with a sly grin and wink to the audience. "O yes, Great One," says Wormtongue. "You got it, boss."
Victor Billot has previously felt moved to compose Odes for such luminaries as Bishop Brian, Jacinda Ardern, Mike Hosking, and Garrick Tremain.
