Upon wings on the wind feathery flight
From burnished glow of mornings light
Till creeping darkness of lonesome night
Inward creeping of despair did fight
Outward no sin is secret no redemption in sight
Face put on emotion bottled so tight
Seeking to do what one feels as right
By scheming deeds or glorious might
Seeking rest time to alight
Fare thee well a solemn goodnight.


Penned by my hand on the 1st of Haernos, in the year 347 MA.