Peace be upon you, all who trod these boards,
A sanctuary for the weary, safe harbour from life's storms.
But be mindful of your verbiage, wary of what you post,
Lest heated words remind us, of another poet's boasts.
One should only raise a glass when it's to their own toast.

Ne'er, e'er fear, putting thought to your own words,
E'ery poet knows well the foe of sounding too absurd.
Righteous pride swells the chest o' who fells this enemy,
Ugly envy plagarizes, breeding naught but emnity.
Duly note, my belief in all who take up quill and ink,
And re-buff green-eyed greedy grubbing of words that others think.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Phaestian, in the year 1009 AF.