Into the forest, enemy unknown,
Slain and slaughtered, cut down to the bone.
Fight for your life, there is little chance,
Fire merciless, the sparks dance.
Swords Arise, Pitiless Lives, Widowed Wives, Damned Doom.
Midnight moon,
death will ride soon,
listen to the screams in the night.
The shadows dance,
Swords in blooded hands,
Beheaded they fall on the ground.
(the above was written on the registration slip for the final examination of Martin Otto’s Algorithms and Complexity module in 2001 in the University of Wales, Swansea – you don’t need to ask, of course I failed)