Simple rhymes befitting
For sitting, spending time in simple minds
Clever catch, yet lacked to snatch the fact
Simple scheme intact, I stuck to the lowest level to ensure impact

Taunt Mhaldor? Nay!
Simply said, son, you're the sole recipient, as such.
Strange if I should, since somehow souls of said city selected as simple
as yourself
As voice; an err in choice.

Now slant some say is fair --
Where words tear slightly to wear the rhyme,
And from time to time there you find versatility
When tempered with temperance.
Linguistics is liquor-laced -- traces taken to taste;
Poisoned is missive missing mortar, order:
Rhymed "Eleusis" and "bush" is literary torture!

You know the proverb of 'assume';
And too of calling kettle black
Shift freeform to metered tune:
Let's call your worthless wordwaste back.

Now first, your epinicion
Of vict'ries won against my 'place':
It seems your host who've somehow 'won'
By dying past unfriendly gates
Defend your honor as a scribe
Truly, that's how the strong survive!

And true, some make themselves to dare

The trials of time by spreading seed
Yet, as it were, I want no heir
And why, you've not one child, as me!
Your fruity loins' potential's fine!
Performance was the flaw I mined.

Friends are earned, indeed not bought
Support and love -- no currencies
Within the times I hardest fought
True friends were known to offer these
Without request for their concern
And so I gave them like return

So make your friends as enemies
Attempt to slay your closest ones
The two are same, made equally:
You've all of one -- the other, none
And as I am no friend of yours
You'll live and die a single spore.

Indeed, you make your words to stand
With threats of harm come from your hand
I wager you will likewise 'win'
By standing back behind your kin
You claim your city's works as yours
And thus, have conquered ere were born
To substitue your pride for life
Why play with knives when words suffice?

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Phaestian, in the year 401 AF.