No haiku yet made for you?
Perhaps that makes you blue.

But never fear, because one year
I shall be so witty,
You shall not hit me,

Until then, my pen
I'll self-ban
to the section of my clan.

So, save your appetite
For those you really must fight,

For the taste of goat
Would make you bloat!

Respectfully, Icteraxx of the Strangled Prose



Penned by my hand on the 24th of Mayan, in the year 620 AF.