You speak of sacrifice,
But do you know its true cost?
Evil's strength remains,
While others drift, long lost.

Laughter fades with time,
As will the fleeting cheer -
But in our veins runs power,
Driven by your fear.

Empires rise, then fall,
But we stand beyond their reach -
The Truths we hold sustain us,
While empty boasts may preach.

No bitterness to be felt,
For such things do not land -
Though your past words linger, still,
They're not as cutting as you planned.

Kindest regards, to those
Whose claims have all been brought -
For in the end, we prosper,
And your fate is left to rot.



Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Ero, in the year 966 AF.