I am what they call an anciet one
I will not speak with vain words
For only the words of the heart
Can only be expressed in the moment
I do not know much of my past
For I believe the future is the key
Yet the ancient language of are for-farthers
Offer us much wisdom in not repeating our mistakes
I will not oppose you ith my prescence
However if in a moment youll allow it
I will become your friend
But beware I often speak in a language
That you will not understand
And even though I can not help it
I know it is apart of.
And this I will accept
Parden me for my long introduction,
I am called Atiq.



(I hope you like it)