I swear I'm not a jealous man,
My own achievements firmly stand.

Only...

Wherefore should he or she or fae
hold in their palm what's mine denied?

It is not envy, do you see?
Beneath it all I grow concerned

only

that it ill suits them after all
that it's oppressive to us all

that all these deeds will signify
that all the zigs and zags and ups

and downs are just a sign of things
to come, of great evils upon

our world descended. Can't you see
that I espouse great values? Truth:

only

noble virtue informs my words.
Won't you think of the platitudes?


Penned by my hand on the 18th of Daedalan, in the year 922 AF.