The art of cruelty is a fine one to take
Whether burning people alive at the stake
Or inane poetry they constantly seem to make
Sometimes it is a pun simply gone very wrong
Or a bard who shouts a tuneless, boring song
Yet the art that is displayed away from His City
Is the repeated poetry as someone enacts cruelty

So it is with heartfelt applause that I laud you
For you teach how His Truths resound deep and true
Well done, take your bow, let the applause ring new
Take the cheers that your poetry has been long overdue

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Phaestian, in the year 949 AF.