Hippolyta, The Terror of Tilkha

On Sunday, June 7, I played D&D in a homebrew campaign with author Joseph Cadotte and some other friends. We had saved some children from a terrible fate, and returned them to their village, but their parents had been charmed into believing that the smoke-construct simulacra were their children, and rejected their actual flesh and blood. Fia the centaur decided the direct approach was best, and started knocking out parents in the belief that the illusions/charms would be dispelled when they woke up. The fake "children" tried to stop her, and she fought them then.

The villagers gravely misinterpreted what was happening. I thought it was hilarious, and I wrote a seven-stanza ballad to commemorate it. I put it up on YouTube. The lyrics are all mine. The tune came to me, but it's a pretty basic ballad form and it's possible I'm using something I heard elsewhere and forgot.

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Hippolyta, the Terror of Tilkha


Eighty-four parents lay prone on the ground;
the rest of the village in shock stood around.
Some children were wailing and others were flailing
at Hippolyta
The Terror of Tilkha

She and her minions had come here as heroes
But then they revealed they were villains and zeroes
Sowing confusion and and fear in profusion
Hippolyta
The Terror of Tilkha

This Centaur of Chaos claimed our children weren't right,
brought in some imposters and started a fight.
Attacked by surprise "just to open our eyes,"
Said Hippolyta
The Terror of Tilkha

Even her allies cried out in protest,
but her whirlwind of violence kept on with great zest.
And one tried to stop her, but nothing could top her
Hippolyta
The Terror of Tilkha

Mothers and fathers, they fell down in rows
Then even our children, she treated as foes,
One hit from her hoof and they'd simply go poof!
Hippolyta
The Butcher of Tilkha

Dozens of children just vanished in smoke,
And parents thought the new ones were theirs when they woke.
What else could they do? But the rest know what's true -
Hippolyta's
The Terror of Tilkha

Now she and hers have gone, and our lives just go on.
May she never return, but we've set her deed in song.
Oh she was ill met, and we'll never forget
Hippolyta
The Terror of Tilkha
Hippolyta
The Terror of Tilkha!