ARCHAIC RHYME LOST TO TIME
Pace along the crumbling wall

Keep to yourself least ye shall fall

Crossing the dusty dunes

Beware the relics known as Runes

Only by dawn's first light

The world be rid of all this blight

That plaugues us ever-after, ever onwards

This nameless plight

Is named for you The soul who destroys my joy

The one whom all enemies deploy

Ever nameless shall you be

My torturer, Unamed

Lost to time in this archaic rhyme