[Erratic scrawls occupy much of the parchment. Below each messy line is another written in an obviously different, neater hand approaching actual legibility and signed at the end only with the word 'Red']
A bright and foolish star,
thinks to gleam beneath sunlight

Don't you know upon blue skies
only one thing shines?

Sol Eos shares not its crown,
its jealous glare fit but to blind.

Stars stand mute under its eye,
and only shine upon the night


A bright and foolish star
is now a stranger to the dark.

How the stars preen and rejoice
in the absence of your glow!

How the stars cavort and dance
while your place lies dim and cold.


A bright and foolish star-
in parting from the moonbathed court,

Her midnight velvet hangs forlorn
shorn of silver, shorn of gold.

Once her mirror, once her breath-
now the moon forgets her death.



Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 20th of Lleian, in the year 15 AC.

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