In a time long past
Many poems were written
Stricken in stone, to much aghast
Had I pushed it, I'd of got bitten

A war of sorts, a playful game
Made life interesting, joyous,and fun
Gained us both much gratitude and acclaim
Until I got darkshade, and roasted in the sun

Webs and shields, trees and hourglass
I watched you die, I chose not to laugh
You came back and died again, all in a time to pass
Your mana drained to most nearly half

I'm still going to kill you
Mark my words for they are factual
Misadventure you will think, but caused by who?
I'll use your dirk against you, your heart I will pull

Keralos good buddy you'd better run
Soon I'll find you and entangle you in a web
Your life will shortly then be done
And so then will my bloodlust be once more fed

-Written to commemorate nearly thirty years of hatred against a good
friend. I hate you Keralos, good pal.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Phaestian, in the year 307 AF.