Groveling, gibbering, granting still
Those thoughts upon yon window sill
Grave and wretched that entreaty
Gone, proclaimed false in fealty.

Dirt to fill both mouth and hands
Suffering quenches thy command
Lording over what remains
In victory, shallow, yet unclaimed.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Scarlatan, in the year 651 AF.