You still speak of Unity and Progress
Those values that once saved you from the brink
But your lust for power's made you regress
As though you have forgotten how to think
You once said, "My friend, I cannot follow,
I must learn how to fly on my own wings."
Now you choose to cower in the Shadow
And deign to let invaders pull your strings
Someday when your walls fall down around you
Just as you made sure mine collapsed on me
Please don't let the treachery confound you
Or hope to rearrange your loyalty
When the Fog clears on what's left of your home
I hope you think of me and feel alone

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Scarlatan, in the year 799 AF.