Yet Again, I find myself posting a poem on the public boards. Yet again,
this poem must be seen by all involved. Go ahead, hate me, scream at me,
send me nasty messages. I don't care.

Myslani, You asked

For my chosen path
In my last poem's
Lovely Aftermath

Well here it is!
Its not all that hard
To guess what it is
Don't be on gaurd

It seems I am a SCHOLAR
S-C-H-O-L-A-R
Which means I want to LEARN
Not be good at spars

And from what I was told
(In HELP INDORANI you see)
Your Guild was the place
For those just like me

Yet everything you do
Is based upon gains
In fighting and killing
Not a bit upon brains

Why else do you think
You lost fair Athena?
It was simply because
She was no good in Arenas.

I wanted to learn
I wanted to know
I thought that your Guild
Was THE place to go

Now I have truly
Found my happy place
Amidst the Consanguine
Enjoying the Embrace

I have Eternity
To learn all I could
And soon YOU shall rest
in a box made of wood.

So enjoy your time
As chakkie's lap dog
For soon it shall end
You'll be dead as a log

And as your flesh rots
And your entrails decay
I'll be in a library
Reading away.

Now onto things
That matter, my dear
You're blatant abuse
Of your position, Far and Near

I hate to say this
But say it I must
You've proven yourself
One that no one can trust

You outguilded Styx
Why did you do this?
She had the LAST NAME
of the Cardinalis.

You're going to far
And I must warn you now
As much as I despise you
As chakrasul's Cow

There's a time and a place
For being a git
And I'm sorry, m'dear
But this just isn't it!

We're tired of this
Your constant adoration
Of yourself and your goddess
And this continued Desecration

You desecrate those things
That I have held dear
First my guild then my Goddess
And now friends, I fear.

So why don't you stop
The whole world hates you
We want you gone
And your little friends, too

So now I forget you
It wont help me at all
To care and be bothered
By all things Mortal

You will pass on
You will be forgotten
And I'll dance on the place
Where they bury your coffin.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
Duchess Auvira Gravz Lunare, Mystery's Poet

P.S. You'll all notice that I didn't capitalize chakrasul. Do you know
why?

not a proper goddess, not a proper noun.

*KISSES!*

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Lleian, in the year 120 MA.