Thank you, my kind sir,
a new idea I concur,
I shall sing for you a song of Fable 2,
a concept quite new,
for many changes there will be,
and evidence of this you will surely see,
The hero, bold and great,
his ego it can inflate,
he is overly-ambitious,
as he faces his foes vicious,
but dawns the new age of might,
something that is made of spite,
compared to bows they are louder,
and require deadly powder,
how can this hero bold,
his strength withhold,
in the face of technology,
the gun is the weapon of his enemy,
a shot in the night,
and a blood red light,
bullets flying to and fro,
into the fray he will go,
for he knows to adapt or die,
on the ground his foes lie,
he now gets to laugh last,
in their face, his gun does blast.
