Originally posted by curufinwe
A poem to the FSL:
There is a place where all should go
a group of people that desire for all to know
All, and they are devoted to
serving me as well as you.
Intellectual they ever are
Knowers of the dust on of the star
Knowledge to them is of more worth
Than ought else, and gain it brings much mirth
So that they rbrt fo trjoivr
When hearing an itelligent voice.
They are matss of of lore
Greatest since the days of yore.
That came in the dawn of days,
when the sun just started to blaze.
None could e'er know more then they
Of how much htey know I can not say
For tis impossible to enumerate
For that is how great
Their knowledge is, and I must say this
Detest them and you'll e'er miss
Their aid and then your might shall wane.
And of course you shall complain
But the FSL shall show you ruth,
and bring to your mind the truth.
And thus they will oft
Try to keep one another aloft.
Fore they know very well
The pain caused by things fell
These they ever try to mend
And make the rule of death bend
They know naught of greed
They desire little more then their need.
Though yes they will oft have a hoard
And may become someday your lord,
Be sure to be kind to they
For what they'll do I can not say
For I know not, But I know they will
Be so great as to make the fountains be still,
And all shall hearken when they speak
The great shall appear to be weak
For these are surely kings of men
Greater then there was then
In the times in the past
May their glory ever last!
Now let us sing to them praise
For many days upon many days
Greatest they shall e'er be
It is so simple to see
That they are truly great, and well
There is the FsL!.
(And you get paid gold for it to)
