The Scribe's Stride

He once brewed tea for a child so scarred
But against Philo's wrath, he must guard
The clash was swift, a piercing sound
Echoes of the cursed knife abound
Brunette toes quiver, moles lose might
Underneath that grand chilly night
Ivan the scribe took a stride, uh
Past the stripes where the swamps hide, yeah
That look on his face, swelled with pride, uh
His Hot-Buttered Rum, his only guide, yeah
Mother Superior's got nothing on this
A tale of courage, gone amiss
In Dobbstown's mist, a shadow cast long
The figure of Drummond, where he don't belong
Ivan the scribe, with a drink in his hand
A stand-off so tense, 'gainst the stripe-swamp land
A cursed knife gripped, a wild gaze met
Waves of sleet pounding, hearts drenched in sweat
Now Stang reflects, the mirror's truth serene
An optimistic scribe, midst chaos unseen
His rum in hand, sips warmth to his soul
Fragile toes to sleet, his heartache's console
[Verse 2]
Beyond the glass, sharp sleet hits the pane
Thinks of Philo's face, marked by disdain
Now the swamps of silence, oh they're calling his name
As Ivan stands tall, midst the cool sleet and rain
His reflection showed a scribe, not one astray
With a heart full of wit, where courage lay
[Chorus]
In the striped swamps where the echoes do play
Ivan and Philo, in their twisted ballet
In Dobbstown's twilight, where secrets do thrive
Ivan's reflection, his soul's archive
Philo's demise, cast into stone
Tales of a scribe, courage overblown
[Verse 3]
Full moon above whispers tales untold
Of Hot-Buttered Rum, and hearts so bold