I watch the challenge lo and long
And draw forth a woeful song
For into the fray I would step neatly
Only to tell you both so sweetly

A dwarven lass of fair endeavor
Lamenting about Codes and lost lovers
Also quips wit of the mind like no other...

Dare tie the tongue of a lassie old?
Faint tread upon this path so bold?
I find merriment if you try, I chuckle at the profound
If you accept my thrown gloves to the ground

Sing! Sing! I pray you
With your words so thoughtful and clever
Or go back home and cry to your mothers...

Demurely I sit, until then comes the day
Lest you unleash the wrath in which I play
To hear the words of another poet's mind;
Would you ever be so kind?

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Letum, in the year 435 AD.