Upon our blessed land,
beneath the sky so blue,
above the...water
is a ghastly land,
that smells alot like poo.

This place so wrong,
so cruel and strict,
far from strong,

This home so wretched,
to those foul beasts,
nothing like mine,
the Jewel of the east.

It sits so snug,
in its gas and smoke
dumb smelly bug
let its people choke.

In case you haven't guessed,
this is my ode,
my sonet,
my song,
to Mhaldor,
the whore.

heheh
im so dead.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Phaestian, in the year 410 AF.