Oh Mighty Ethelon, Pride of the Engine

your prowess so great, no one can question

you jump us, who know not how to defend

and run as soon as the aether bends


then claim that you did not mean to kill me

but instead, await my champion with glee

Yet time and again, when Ser Shuyin appears

faster than a wakabi, you disappear


This cycle goes on for some time,

showing his mettle to those with no crime

everytime, someone comes to help

Ethelon flees, like a scared whelp


When someone like me, then calls you out

you snub just as quick and begin to pout

"I am here and he flees there

Obviously I'm the one with a pair"


So blind you are, you can't see your lie

because your head is so high in the sky

or really it's shoved somewhere quite crass

is it possible it's your own ass?


Mighty Ethelon, Scourge of the Noobs

he who only fights when he won't lose

Unfortunately for me, it is quite clear

I must learn to fight, so Ethelon won't dare


So Mighty Ethelon, continue your quest

to become the basin's greatest pest

contributing nothing that is worthwhile

and making the rest of us simply smile


Makes the rest of us, laugh and speak

oh That Ethelon, what a freak

Does he really get his rocks off killing

those who are no sort villian


Before you sit there and cry foul,

you continue to prove me right

by chasing me around like some prized fowl

you obviously are not all that bright

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Kiani, in the year 249 CE.