the inter-sight is within all
i looked into mine now i can see it all
the begining and the end
whose a enemy and whose a friend
just go inside yourself
and find who you really are
you might be a hard lump of coal
or i bright shining star
fear not fear itself
but fear those who fear
for fear is a weekness in itself
i fear not and will fear none
now i must say my poem is done

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Glacian, in the year 259 AF.