Words are weapons which aimed with heavy art
May do things to the ego as well as to the heart
When pointed and aimed ever so true
They give Light and Fire Their due

Words are paints upon the canvas which is life
More lethal than venoms, more pointed than a knife
When used often to hear oneself think
They reveal within the armour a chink

Words are an art which should be chosen with care
For truly they express all that is grotesque and fair
When this advice is heeded, a light will shine
Increasing the sanity of all, yours and mine


Penned by my hand on the 13th of Ero, in the year 968 AF.