In the heart of Achaea, where the sun meets the sand,
There's a town called Delos, forgotten, it stands.
While Hashan and Cyrene strive for new heights,
Delos sits lonely, in the shadows of the night.

Delos, oh Delos, the redheaded kin,
A town so forgotten, where do we begin?
Achaea's rewards, they pass by your door,
Leaving your houses stranded once more.

Hashan gets gold, and Cyrene gets fame,
Targossas, Eleusis, they're playing the game.
But poor little Delos, left out in the cold,
No rewards for you, just stories untold.

Delos, oh Delos, the redheaded kin,
A town so forgotten, where do we begin?
Achaea's rewards, they pass by your door,
Leaving your houses stranded once more.

In the dusty streets of Delos, a whispering wind,
Tells tales of injustice, where do we begin?
The other towns flourish, like flowers in spring,
While Delos remains a lonely lil thing.

Mhaldor and Ashtan, they bask in their glories,
But for dear Delos, it's a different story.
No recognition, no love to be found,
In the heart of Achaea, you're the silent background.

Delos, oh Delos, the redheaded kin,
A town so forgotten, where do we begin?
Achaea's rewards, they pass by your door,
Leaving your houses stranded once more.

But Delos, keep standing, resilient and true,
Maybe one day, the spotlight will find you.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Scarlatan, in the year 932 AF.