Dear Erin,

As thou may hath noticed, time is the governing force which hath so far prevented the promised reading of the desired poem. So here it is. I cannot say that I am that pleased by it, however.

An Ambitious Slave

An Ambitious slave dreamt of becoming king, His body was strong and his mind was keen, By others blood he ruled the ring, And throughout the battlefields his valour was seen, Until an ambitious slave, jealous green, Killed the mighty warrior with a stone and sling.