We chart our course through storied times
Per day a hundred plotlines wrought
Most do not involve him, but
Grandue always airs his thoughts

Famous for his tawdry prose
And allegorical tabloids
He'd grant us mercy with a jump
Off his Precipice of Void

How much time spent sulking there
Upon that brooding ledge?
I presume he knows Two Arts
To be such Lord of Edge

Enamored with his soapbox
Eager to stir the throng
I fear his inner monologue
If the outer runs so long

Keeper, try a point concise
There is art in brevity
You sign your posts II
But your page count reads XV

Your tale of Knightly hubris
Rings hollow to my ear
Knighthood's arc millennia strong
Did Ashtan's Empire last a year?

If you think me boastful
Just look at my results
I am forging legacies
Go run your little cult

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Chronos, in the year 952 AF.