I have wanted to say this for a long, long time, but since I don't know
how to put it in poetic words, I'll just be blunt, just for the sake of
this poetry board.

Can't we keep our poems here strictly Achaean? The mention of any
otherworldly matter is spoiling the atmosphere here. I'd much prefer a
poem about the beauty of the stunning outlook in Vashnar mountains
rather than one about Flintstones, cigarettes, coffee, etc.

Mistral

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Aeguary, in the year 299 AF.