Fair city of Good
Lying deep within the East
A jewel shinning

Perhaps such words are unfair
To your splendor and beauty
For behold! I see such things
Just in the city

For Shallam, the buildings
Of stones and such things
Are what I find pretty and lovely

Unfair as it may be
I am not to comment of the people
But I have nothing good to say
Except about family

Now to visit the resturaunt, I wish
To once more have that delectable food
And sniff a flowerette
While eatting a buffet

Ah, how dreams are there
As the domes glow
And fires flare
Interesting, the difference

The light and joy all around this place
With devotion yes
And light
So, so bright

Now! Onward to this place
Which from outside in crumbles
And will one day be rubble.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Daedalan, in the year 462 AF.