The City of Evil is visited once again
For what is now written in pen
To be said and done, before such a battle is one
And a head chopped off once again
Now, we travel to where the head is removed
And find the one who ordered it
Not to be crude, yet to say
That to some dismay
We are, plainly said, screwed.
So ask why this is?
There is neither reason nor tale
One not as great as our Divine
Yet, it must be said is close enough
For we talk of our Lord Tyrannus
Father Wulfen, you see
Appointed by Lord Shaitan and Apollyon
Appropriate as it may be
That such a man is to rule
For to rule a city of cruelty
One must be cruel
Now say as it may be, to describe
The complication that not one pen can derive
Of what is of this man
What mysteries are unfold
One with humor so odd
No matter how expressed
From stripteases at slave auctions
To sending novices to the gates, 'kick falcon'
Now more is to be said, by the power and might
Of this dragon he is
A frightening sight
So run, run away while you still have your lives!
For more elaboration
And to start a celebration
It shall be gone on
To say what needs to be said
At the time, this man did not rule this city
He let out some things, and remembered, is a pity
For the color pink is a like
And that of a red ribbon hidden within the beard
Perhaps more should be as a mystery
Like why it is still seen
A pimp-hat upon his head
Perhaps some things should remain hidden
Now, when within a contest of all the Rulers
From Sultan, to Overseer, to Tyrannus
We know which of them is best
Father Wulfen, who can slay the rest
Now to a close we shall go
And a joke at the end shall be
When in a bar of Wulfen, Silas, and Griffel
It is Father Wulfen who will claim victory.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Chronos, in the year 461 AF.