While you'd slept,
I'd wait and hide,
I slit your throat,
And then you died.

You threatened to kill.
You threatened to pit.
Insomnia set in
I wait to slit.

Your neck is a fountain
A shower of blood
This ode to you.
I owe you bud.

We've had some fun times
Alas you'll pay
You'll never sleep again
You'll rule the day

You'd threatened me, boy
You'd called me a whore
After 55 long years,
Heres to 55 more.


Thanks for the good times, Xim.

-Keralos

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