My spelling is bad,
And I write with a crayon.
You guessed it right,
My name is Archaeon!

Wait, just Archaeon? Where's the Sir?
Of your vaunted honour you were so sure.
But drawn by insults' sweet allure,
Now mere disgraced provocatuer.

But worry not, old friend of mine,
Now you can complain about getting 1v9'd
On the Poetry board, a battleground so new!
Whilst you cry and scribble with script askew

Aegoth Aristata
The Holocaust King
Burning Your Poetry Boards

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Valnuary, in the year 966 AF.