A stoic expression
When you arrive
Once again chasing
After some life

Ugrach then crosses
Your devious plans
By sending us back
To our home lands

Cut by your sword
We return once more
Nonchalant and stoic
To your anger and bore

If for one moment
It crosses your thought
That your life has meaning
- It does not -

You are an angry boy
Who no one invites to play
Because you smell bad
And dare I say?

Combat is your -only- skill
Yet you brag like a peacock
And think you are a wolf
Yet are the disgrace of the flock





Penned by my hand on the 16th of Valnuary, in the year 966 AF.