They made their home 'fore Alchemy,
in Ashtan did they seek to be.
Now can't return should they flee,
The last Sentinels of Ashtan.

No young to train in Woodlore,
Novices are nevermore
For the intrepid and hardcore,
Last Sentinels of Ashtan.

Since Alchemy has gained its sway
O'er Ashtan's young today,
No more Sents to join their fray,
The last Sentinels of Ashtan.

Someday, as all, they must retire,
For life sometimes will lose its fire.
Remember them then not with ire,
The last Sentinels of Ashtan.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Miraman, in the year 582 AF.