To the one who believes I am easily swayed,
I laugh at the feeble attempt you have made.
I care not for the words you tried to articulate.
I smirk at your feeble attempt to manipulate.
You know not my true goals, nor my heart;
I dare say your conversion attempt fell apart.
I care not for false pretense and will be direct,
I can promise that you've lost all my respect.
Should I learn your name, I assure you this;
I will ensure you fade and cease to exist.
Your skull will look beautiful in the pile,
Another win for the West and His Holy Isle.
My blade is sharp, I don't need a surprise,
Unholy Dragon will be your demise.



Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Phaestian, in the year 933 AF.