raise up unto the Vault thy voice
in Wild Queen's return, rejoice
in primal revolutions, prance
the stars revolve, the Seasons dance
and through each one, a different face
given Beauty, Nature's grace
ten thousand hues await thy brush
ten thousand songs in biding hush
be it Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring
Thy world presides, inspiring
seed and sapling, stream and brook
wolf and serpent, owl and rook
and mortals all who turn to Art
make welcome Nature in thy heart
for Beauty lives in shine and shade
in howling storm and humble glade
all that lives and dies, delight
the certain dawn that follows night
cometh now 'ere Queen's advance
and Art shall follow Nature's dance


Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Sarapin, in the year 965 AF.