Wonderful words, wistfully woven
Cleverly composed, though your logic, cloven

Murderers, ye say these Eleusians be
A tremendous fallacy, plain to see

A horrid hypocrisy, your words expose
Foiling your colorfully crafted prose

Black City, so filled with murderers and thieves
Only thyself doth thou deceive

Chaos is Freedom, has the Bastion said
They would say it again, wielding your head

Though your hearts Blackened, Rightful Order ye skew
Tolerance of Ashtan, the backwardness they spew

Blind, your eyes may be to Light and Purity
But blindness to Chaos, brings Destruction assuredly

Ever eternally shall the Jewel persist
Chaos, Hatred, and Darkness, we shall resist

Truly and Freely,
Narcissus Rousseau, Imithian

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Ero, in the year 524 AF.