Clear skies and silent
Ocean in blue
Nature still violent
Spring blooms anew

Guardsman is calling
Shadows of dusk
Light here is falling
Darkness and musk

Suddenly thunder
Gusts of wind
Minds torn asunder
Those who sinned

What did you do, friend?
Where is your pride?
Covered your weakness?
What do you hide?

Will you stand tall
or falter?
Will you stand strong
or fault her?

Crackling lightning
Whipping bolts
Wind is rising
Power jolts
She's coming

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 7th of Sapiarch, in the year 19 AC.