Nikki Wickett

The old man whispered 'tween shots of rye
For I know what you fear
But align with your jaded eye
Tis' not what you wish to hear

Find the Inn of the Idle Gremlins
Near the wharves of the distant ships
Search for the Pocket Fairies
Nikki Wickett will cast her chips

She can become an apparition
Be the Angel of your eye
Grant your wish, then disappear
She'll laugh, then let you die

Her minions will drag you to the deepest pool
There they will let you drown
Leave you alone with loser fates
With nary a laugh nor frown

I entered with a whisper
And inquired of whatever due
A tug to my ear brought her near
Nikki Wickett waits for you

You have come for horses
To race to the plain
Well I have horses and torches
But you'll ne'er be the same

You can stop the Rebs at the River
Maybe trap them once and for all
But beware there are those against you
For your traitors wish your fall

Grant has brought Vicksburg to bear
And now they want him here
The game is to capture Richmond
More years of endless fear

For the Gods of Commerce mock you
Whither away our war will you?
Not now my dearest gallant knight
Years pass before your due

There are guns to sell
And ships to sail
For what use are them to me?
So for now you must surely fail

Horses raced to their fate
But the bridges were kept as run
Not for now was the commerce call
For we don't yet want it won

So your dream of an early ending
Has roiled away with the stream
Lee is free to fight again
An early peace was a silly dream