Every word an arrow.
Every phrase a fight.
Every meter, mettle.
Every rhyme makes right.

Settle e'ery quarrel with a quarrel,
Answer e'ery slight with faultless flyte.
Craft e'ery line to cut through d'vine fire,
Order e'ery word for utmost fright.

Feather foes from a sheaf of endless missiles,
Tussle with all comers; grapple tight.
Carve a sanguine path through law and stricture,
Let the world in whole perceive your might.

Ever point to your cardinal direction,
Seek still waters; roil and incite.
Ne'er sheathe your blade once it lies naked,
When none are standing, you're free to spread delight.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Miraman, in the year 984 AF.