I am Vyln from Cyrene,
A young Mhun far from home.
Bewitched by warm, sweet notes
In a place so serene.

A mere artist by trade,
Student by profession,
Put a harp in my hand,
See the world start to fade.

Inspiration as sparks,
Flew out from these coals.
The depths of my soul.
Felt sweet music's touch.

Tis' how I rose anew,
Shaped by Art, into Art.
Reawakened to life,
To represent His realm.


Penned by my hand on the 25th of Glacian, in the year 590 AF.