You set the sails, forged the gales,
With ropes of lies, you tied the rails.
A captain bold, or so you thought,
But now you're wrecked, your ship is caught.

You swore you'd chart the ocean's sway,
But now you're lost, adrift in gray.
The compass cracked, your course untrue,
The tides you stirred have swallowed you.

You stitched the storm, called forth the squall,
Each wave a testament to your fall.
You're the eye in this maelstrom's core,
But look around - there's no safe shore.

Thunder booms, the mast it breaks,
No one else to blame for your mistakes.
The stars above, they turn away,
No guiding light, no saving bay.

You crafted chaos, named it skill,
But now you're wrecked against your will.
The helm you held, now out of reach,
Your ship is lost, broken on madness' beach.

So ride the storm, let it churn,
In waters cold, where bridges burn.
But don't expect a lighthouse glow,
You're adrift, my "friend", where no winds blow.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Lupar, in the year 953 AF.