It must take an effort nearly divine
To walk your path alone,
Amongst a place where light doesn't shine,
Where happiness is unknown.

It's interesting to see one define
In such a confident tone,
The actions of Good becoming malign
And apathy throwing them prone.

But what about those on your side of the line,
The seeds that they have sewn?
Do you honestly feel that you can assign
The actions they knowingly clone?

Decades from now, perhaps you'll refine
Your feelings once you have grown.
And know that when you decide to resign,
The Jewel will help you atone.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Valnuary, in the year 400 AF.