You speak now of colours and I can see yours:
your colours are those every painter abhors!
Sad Nothing with Chaos is all you will paint,
for all works are ruined by Chaos's taint.

Your workings with these foul colours expose
a hate-blackened heart that I must needs oppose,
and we oppose only the self-centred few
whose sinister motives Creation subdue.

I thought you a fool, but stand now corrected:
an ideologue I had not expected.
A shill for this Freedom you claim to uphold--
you should know this Freedom cannot be controlled,

this Freedom is Chaos, no more and no less,
and this revelation may cause no distress,
but I've lived in Ashtan; I know what they mean
when they speak of 'Freedom'-- it's naught but a scheme.

Your Freedom stops here at Oblivion's call,
for none have the freedom to threaten us all,
or threaten this land that we all share in kind,
or stand with those who are with Babel aligned.

"Oppression!" I shout and I point to the West...
historical home for Oppression to rest.
A fact! Go see! In vain with them speak!
They'd cleave you in twain and then call your work weak.

And if Evil we Eastern truly defend,
then with your crass poems I would not contend.
We'd burn down Caer Witrin and salt the earth there
and slit all your throats to drown out your last pray'rs.

I've heard it all hundreds of thousands of times,
in rambling prose and in terrible rhymes,
about how the servants of Good do oppress...
you're still here to do so: for us, a success.

The Dawnspear shows mercy along with its might:
with artists and poets we'd rather not fight.
Our quarrel is simply that you defend those
who've proven to all they're Creation's own foes.

You're free to not fight for me, you or your son,
and when those foul forces foul murder have done,
and when the Endbringer does not him return,
too late will this lesson you be forced to learn:

if freedom is something you truly desire,
at my City's gates is then where you'll enquire--
or, at the least, Chaos and Evil subvert
and not from them my time yet further divert.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Chronos, in the year 644 AF.