Alisha Atkinson lives in the outer wilds of Tiny Land. This is an epic tale in her honor. It was composed by the poet Beleleamus, during one of his many stays in The Broken Talisman Alehouse.

Dark and flying beside the rain

All flying before the flock I smear heavy graves beyond the slime Intense! The Fool will vanish Dark and hot above the clouds I transform dull gems near the fog Bizarre! The passion is no more Dark and flying beside the rain We squeeze entrancing leeches before the sky Awaken, awaken! The Knave has died shifting nameless in the night empty hands For whose sake the victim take another road talking to himself