I must say dear sir
Impeccable Rhyming
But horrible grammer
and you must work on your timing.
And!To!End!Every!Line!as!so!
To praise one more than mortal
redundant redundant,
that sure made me chortle.

But what an opening!
My heart skipped a beat!
The words of such passion,
that was quite a feat.
But for all your praise,
and for all whom you thrashed,
where was your lord,
when your icon was trashed?

You say Mhaldor
as one to fear,
I'm sorry I'm sorry,
I sure couldn't hear.
For Ashtan is strong,
and we never think rash,
if this has you confused,
then please eat some ash.

You brought war to words,
to destroy every brain,
but in combat of prose,
the poem is my domain.
You knew one would respond,
but didn't know who,
well you're stuck with me,
what ever are you to do?

It is good to have pride,
but it blinds and is dark,
if you don't want to see,
just eat a nice piece of bark.
For Ashtan will not fall
even with all of your pride,
not only are there lords,
but we have hope on our side.

I know for a fact
as we all draw breath,
The Ashtani are free,
and will be till the death.






Penned by my hand on the 14th of Aeguary, in the year 573 AF.