The success of my oblivion
I shall never surpass,
Should I scribe an epic
For each lad and lass.

Oblivion is my acme,
Zenith, and bounteous yield.
In it the greatness of my
Characters was developed and revealed.
Compared to it all else
Lies as a barrenly fallow field.

Nothing else could achieve
Oblivion’s universality;
Everyone can attribute
It to me.
Should even a few recognize
Other works my pen doth decree,
Oblivion’s numbers grow daily
As the flora in the lee.