Question Her once
and She will kill you -
full of wisdom in few words
and short fists.

Write Her an honest letter
on illuminated paper,
and She will gift you
with beautiful donkey ears -
stubborn, untameable,
as if She knew.

Ask Her why She wears
the costume of knowing
when sincere words
are transformed into punishment -
and She will kill you.

And when in death you tell what more can You do? Bend my will?

She will pretend
you do not exist.

Where the teachings contradict the acts.
Where the books enchant
what nature rejects.

There is no truth in these traces.

Only the silence of one who prefers
adorers
to interlocutors.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Scarlatan, in the year 1004 AF.