Nothing is, yet I exist,
Like all that hides behind the mist.
Mortals wish to last, as I, with never-ending lust,
Yet all their bodies fade to ash, returning to the dust.
I see new lives born,
Leaving few faces to look forlorn.
I see young lives gro old,
With many a story to be told.
I see all lives fade,
In the ground, to be laid.
When young lives bid me haste,
'Tis their own lives they do waste.
When old lives bid me, let them stay,
'Tis their own lives they wish away.
And so now and forever,
Do us both just his one favor.
Bid me pass you by,
So your life I must not pacify.

Direct from the mind of Everyone's Favorite Neighborhood Sentinel, Teyar
Forestwalker.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Arios, in the year 66 MA.