The Portal Barb
Once bound by tomes, by counts, by law,
Four hundred gates were all they saw.
Then Sling awoke and broke the chain,
And turned all limits into vain.
Two hundred cast, his heartbeat fast,
He tears the world with spells he casts.
No blade, no cry, no whirlwind spin,
Just endless doors that pull you in.
Five hundred gates in Baal’s own run,
Not for need, but just for fun.
They ask him why, what does it mean,
He smiles and breaks the space between.