Though I myself would rather slay others with my deadly song,
I admire those of you who believe that what is right is wrong.
There are those that toady to her city religiously,
and those who splash endlessly in puddles pitiously.
To those who would fall breathless on that plane where the supernals
live,
my darkest words I happily give.
Light will always shine, until it snuffs.
Feebly flickering until a Magnagoran puffs.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Estar, in the year 401 CE.