So we threw down with Ialie, what happened is a blur,
But we know we had it coming, we used a faeling slur.
She was trying to read a book, she was squinting hard to see,
Then we slandered Ezyth, badmouthed her bestest bee!

She got mad, we grinned and laughed, then out came her lute,
She was in a huff, and she got tough as she gave a little toot.
We stood our ground and laughed her down as she began her song,
We didn't know just how long to go before we would find we're wrong.

She sang eight verse, then glared a curse and gave us one last chance,
But we made our bets and mocked her threats, then did a little dance.
It was a good run, and we had our fun, not sure what we gained though,
That ninth verse came and we were slain, we got to taste the painbow.


Ixchilgal Mes'ard
Herald of Mu
Their Devil
Trophy Husband
Lord of Noodles
Painbow

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Vestian, in the year 613 CE.