Ah Ethelon, I think I offend

You continue to try and fail again

will nothing satisfy your quench

why not try some Magnagora wench



You sit here and chase, and I run away

laughing to myself a the end of the day

Ethelon, oh my, you prove me right

you make me the victor of this fight



Time and again, you attempt to kill

but you don't know my indomitable will

I won't sit and fight if that's what you think

so I bow out and wave, with a little wink



You see, I don't sit here and claim

that I am better at fighting the same

you and me are similar men

we run from those who would make our end



The difference is simple, it's really quite clear

I'm up front about my running, I have no fear

you on the other hand make outrageous boasts

"Here I am fighting him" (while running to the coast)



See that is where you cowardice lay

you make these claims and you say

" I want to stand and fight"

as you take off in a flight



Even earlier on the ethereal plane

I stood at the archway and you refrained

you wouldn't come in, you wouldn't dare

a simple demense is all it took to scare



so Ethelon the mighty, Ethelon the great

you come after me like precious freight

you have yet to kill, you are such a bore

Brock 10, Ethelon 0 is the score


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