Such Bragging, such might..
He came in marching with such fierce conviction..
His chest stuck out high, his hands gripping tightly
But when it came push come to shove, Who fell?
Ah, the weak at heart, always a sight to see
for when they fall, they cry....
Mersalis, the jester tried to be a knight..
His fools cap on tightly upon his head..
Oh how he tried, oh how he failed..
And he fell.. fell... fell..

Lady Zephy Duses

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Variach, in the year 92 MA.