Behold Kitternien! Fairest Kitternien!
Home of Dragon, of fairfolk, and of men.
There halls of gold,
Thy virtues extol,
Thou art ruled by the bravest and wisest of men.

Alas Kitternien! Poorest Kitternien!
When began these seeds of discontent?
Thy ivory walls,
Soon shall fall,
To the ravishes of flame, and blades of men.

Long gone, Kitternien! Now lost, Kitternien!
Thou couldst not withstand the affairs of men.
As the seasons turned,
This great city burned.
Farewell, mine Kitternien, thou hast met thine end.

Copyright 2006 Joey Curry