Stephen Sgouropoulos wrote under the emperor Alexios II of Trebizond (1297-1330),for whom besides other poems filled with praise and encomia, he wrote this poem, or rather memorial, which seems to recall or give a place to the Megollo Lercari incident. The duke referred to seems something of a mystery though.

Should armless...[?] try to bring to a halt to amity,
should a man of this earth try to draw you on to the battle,
reckon him a demon like a winged creature of the darkness,
reckon him a prince of the gloominess and its planted seed.
Fly my emperor, fly from the injury upon you both
as from a snake of the chief archfiend whispering in your ear.
Keep your feet set firmly upon a surface leading towards peace,
a state free from discord, a serenity of the spirit,
that [in its fullness] makes sons of God those who partake of it.
For regard how now they have come to their furthest boundary,
to the very highest summit, both battle and peace between you.
They came forth out of Caffa and came forth to the duke himself,
both ships staying together with each other through the catepan.
If you take yourself for an intelligent and great statesman,
as an emperor who conquers in counsels those under him,
let down the anchor of the vessel a carrying the world
in a serene harbor of amity unwashed by the waves,
and make your reconciliations with your at present sons,
so that both greater knowledge and accomplishment will be yours,
you will hold the duke as your friend desiring for peace between you,
and come spring the difficulties of the battle will finish,
which the slayer of mortals leather maker is want to stitch,
and you will live a life without sadness, without a trouble,
unwashed by waves, free from harm, filled with illuminating joy.
Further, you will find the tongues of all from youth up thankful,
raising their hands in acclamations to the Lord Almighty
for your youthfulness in desiring for order between you,
for this most dear good fortune, and all of this without a pause.
.............................................................the time, with winter here,
so as to long for peace as much as you are able to long.
I have a rabbit’s cowardly mind and a womanly heart,
the timidity of a deer and the flight of a swallow.
I fear and tremble before you the lion my emperor,
I am deprived of my powers of speech and I drop my pen.
I wish for the taking of pity and I speak of concord,
but bitter repentance will overcome you come the start of spring.