I laughed.
"You will repay for this!" he bellowed with some heat,
"I'm not the one who will claim defeat!"
"Shut it," I replied with a sneer,
"Your words have fallen on deaf ears.
You shout retribution and silly threats with lies,
No one wants your excuses or hear your dreadful cries,
Grow up before the others become aware
That you're simply a moron whom nobody cares."
With a sniffle he knew that the words I spoke were true,
So with a clumsy defeat at hand he wandered to distant lands,
And before we could even imagine, he became the present leader of
Stavenn.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Bellum, in the year 585 AD.