Stretching upon the world of the arts
Carrying all imagination upon your shoulders
Always open to knew ideas
Relishing in the taste of their dreams.

Longing to see us once again, as we play our parts
Always open to knew ideas
Time would bid your return
Twenty aeons could not prevent that

I hope your dreams will become our truths.

--
Jamethiel Windsong

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Phaestian, in the year 596 AF.