Lay down with me,
My lovely dear intended,
Upon the banks of Lake Vundermere,
Before the banks have flooded.

Let us drown our worries in the pooling sunlight,
With sparrows floating overhead,
Watching the geese take flight,
For winger is finally dead.


-Jarel Lighthawk

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Aeguary, in the year 256 AF.