Ode to Kazimeriz
by Celandine Kettleburn, written in 2070
with but a word he commands respect
even hearing his name will have that effect

when he enters a room not a head doesn’t turn
all eager to know the lessons we’ll learn

There’s a set in his jaw and a gleam in his eye
He can read you like a book so its best not to lie

Of wand and of cauldron he is a master
And quite able to remedy any student disaster

He has style and flair when he casts a spell
In the dueling arena he is nonpareil

He’s a gentleman of both honour and pride
but theres a softer something hidden inside

With wise words that always inspire
It’s Valon Kazimeriz whom I admire