This morning I sat in Niuri's Library
And Dhasan Sigfried told me something quite scary
It seems that someone wants to waste all their gold
And send someone out to kill me, I'm told

How wonderfully funny, How terribly rich
That I've finally got proof I'm a Consanguine - Witch
I'm not all that strong, But some still have fear
What would happen to them if they fought with me here!

So they're spending their SOVEREIGNS to see me Mistform
I'll die and then they'll be a whole lot more poor
I can't help but laugh at this sad excuse
To make up for someone's imagined abuse

If it's because of a poem then why not write back?
Fight fire with fire, a similar attack
If it's something more personal, something you just don't like
I don't see why you need my head on a pike

It's not like you'll get it, I'm Consanguine, you see
So nothing will remain but a mist made of me.
I'll earthmeld a bit then be back in the realm
Writing and Spiting and making life hell!

If you're an Assassin and you get an offer
An exchange of my death for some gold in your coffers
Think Twice before you ad me to your plan
As I am a member of Gracie Mae's clan

As if that weren't enough, Aden's my dad
(though I doubt that killing me would make him that mad)
Instead why not try, a refusal of sorts
Tell the employer to find other cohorts

And whoever it is who just wants me dead
When I find out who you are, I will have your head.

XOXOXO
Duchess Auvira Gravz Amaratha-Lunare

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Ios, in the year 116 MA.