War of the Wrigglers

Hark and hear the absurd proclamation of a terrible tyrant
the Lord of Slugs
who with envious eyes has declared all of Deep Underground
are to be his dominion,
another diamond to add to his under empire
where the enslaved will toil to harvest soil
so that all becomes base and broken
and as impotent as he is,
the virility around offends his sight
and must be brought to heel
in order to satisfy his tyrannical demands
for this so called lord
is naught but a greedy parasite
who feeds upon the labours of others
plagiarising their efforts to then call his own.
Yet this land shall not fall without any fight
and a great army of poets are amassed
in multitudes stretching beyond sight
assembled in serried ranks
bonded together by the love of words,
with the brave Sir Dug there to lead them.
By their skill they seek to repulse the invader
a bulwark of civilisation
determined to push back and crush
those that would exploit and enslave,
for theirs is the kingdom unimpaired
free to pursue their language ends
without owing a tribute to a tyrant that is incapable of speech.
Valiant Sir Dug met the Lord of Slugs in single combat
whilst around them whirled the melee
where poets clashed against trolls and parasites,
the Lord unleashed a torrent to drown the upstart Worm
a veritable wall of text conjured without craft
to destroy and deafen all who stood before it,
yet Sir Dug stood resolute for nothing could shake him
or break him or make him bow
for so embedded into the very earth he called home
the worm could not be moved by any power
nor mortal or god or by any act.
With a flick of his body brave Sir Dug
flung a holy grenade at the Lord of Slugs
the thrice sanctioned weapon
filled with the salt collected by poetic endeavours
garnered from trophy imbued winners,
melting the Lord into nothing more than memory
and with that the Slugs forces melted away
while the Underground remained victorious.