Wars of Words

Are better met by those competent to read,
Those that would lead must ever be
Cognizant of the subtle, sly.

You try your hand at fairy tales
And pass it off as verse.

You abuse the wise and hypothesize
About a past you cannot contrive.

The history annals paint you dull,
And bleaker still your style.

Go back to your dojo, your Renshi
And tell of your perpetual folly.
Speak of your shame, your lack of fame,
And recall these words of mine.

You'll do well to recall Ashtan's past,
Young one.
You'll do well to recall her cast.

Not long ago in her past,
Young one.
Malevolent banners flew.

So, go back to your Renshi,
Ask him well, question him if you dare.
But, for the love of Chaos, ( O' -Lady- fair),
Make your words here quite rare.

P.S.- I'm quite curious, do you know anything but the limerick?


Penned by my hand on the 20th of Aeguary, in the year 573 AF.