In the land of Achaea, there was a jester,
who laughed and mocked the Lord of Justice, yessir!
Lord Deucalion, once named Dunamis,
was accused of being a bad star, whatever that is!

He was against Lord Twilight and Lord Babel too,
and His temples were known for their righteousness, who knew?
But the jester couldn't help but chuckle and grin,
wondering what kind of righteousness was taught within.

Lord Deucalion's symbol is fire, oh my,
But the jester was safe in Lord Twilight's dark salad bowl (??), don't pry!
She claims she refused to burn and that she held her ground,
Let's see how farflung her ashes will be when He returns.

The jester may be little, and she thinks she's boldy,
Mocking the Lord with words both bizarre and mouldy.
She laughed and clapped her hands with glee,
And promised to get to Lord Sartan in the near future, whee!

When Lord Sartan smites her a band of sizzling fire
will arc across the sky and the jester will be no more!
And then we'll be safe from her 'poetry',
Hey I'm not short and this was awful but whatever.

And so in conclusion I just want to say
spend 10000 gold per post on the public board nay?
If you're too cheap for that then stop posting here
because your word vomit isn't poetry, my dear!

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Scarlatan, in the year 914 AF.