I cherish the critic more than all the rest,
A friend through ages, in darkness my light.
In my lonely chamber, they shine like a lamp,
Turning my deepest night into sight.
Others may die and leave me alone,
Friends may depart and vanish from view,
But the critic remains like a shadow behind,
Following ever, steadfast and true.
Let the critic live for the good of the world,
May they remain for ages untold,
Through their kindness in hidden disguise,
My hopes and dreams shall blossom and hold(｡•́︿•̀｡)
