1. You wandered into our midst yet you're not one of us
No allegiance to me nor a successor have I

2. So wander more though I'm awash in sorrows
That sever me with no purpose or gain

3. Yet say not 'tis no fault of mine
Though the chaste woman be cast aspersions upon

4. Poetry's a fire lacking smoke
With subtle charms in its rhymes

5. Many a man of hefty standing
Felled by the slightest strokes

6. Should musk insult though it merits
All praise, it would reek of rot