For as time wept its countless years
Wonder has kept its burden in tears
But alas we seem the same
For without bliss lives only pain

Sheltered in out life of one
And love glides easy that weighs a ton
Forget not what we won
This endless song that has yet been sung

What is fear that wonder takes place
And wrecks the earth with its savage face

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Miraman, in the year 256 AF.