I am a little student, not short, not stout
I listen to my Housemates as they bicker and shout
Humility, Respect. Please, please, Benevolence
One calls his own opinion 'just plain common sense'
We worry how to follow paths, whom to help or not
We worry, worry, worry, as if we have forgot
That we all were gifted with that Divine spark
That it does not matter, if we say "Aye!" or "Wark!"
What matters is that we all have right
To choose to dance, choose to fight
Choose to give, Choose to steal
Choose to loot, plunder and kill.
I am a little student with Divine right
to badly scribe a poem and post it in plain sight.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Daedalan, in the year 635 AF.