Dear Ximili,

I composed this just for you, enjoy.

Stalking in the shadows,
creeping in the tree,
glancing down below me,
Ximilis on his knees.

But whos that man thats with him?
I check my trusty noose,
and glance down once more,
Xims taking it in the caboose.

I dont think its really worth it,
and clamber away to the next few trees.
"At least Im not Ximili,
Down there on his knees."



PS: Im such a sensitive poet.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Chronos, in the year 282 AF.