My mothers aimed to push me to the dun,
To wield alone the darkest element.
Instead, I am a scholar of the sun
(And four of six is sixty-six percent!).

But LIGHT is what illuminates the rest:
Through LIGHT I drink the wondrous planar song!
For through Her all the world is manifest,
And Order shewn from Chaos, right from wrong.

My hunger is for something more than pow'r,
Your offer therefore has no sway o'er me.
I aim to SEE the secrets of each hour,
And lend my voice to sacred harmony.

If heart is what compels you, then repent:
My kin have kin on every continent.

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 11th of Omeian, in the year 16 AC.