Dang, I'm going to miss some of our talks. I really wanted to see where things would go. But I do leave you with this at last.

Dance for the Prideful

Poor Mamzisk, in your tower you stood upon high
The people below, your Pride they could not deny
But now in the Galadon Graveyard buired deep
Close to your Lord's church and keep

Did Pride and Vanity have a war
Did Pride falter and Vanity soar
You asked and asked a dance from me
Now I dance upon your grave's soil free

As I sing and dance my heart true
Upon that earth I see a flower grew
I see it is but a single stalk
Much like the one you spoke in our talk

So I weave, and spin, and prance
Long last you got your solo dance
Now take it to your eternal sleep
Know the people of Galadon do not weep

I bid you farewell, Mamzisk the Prideful
Its really a shame you ended up suicidal