Crawling silently, none can see,
Through the pillars, one two and three,
Upon the dreaming, a land far away,
Those who are sleeping wish they could stay.
Night has spread across the land,
Our eyes are restricted to a limited band,
Stary nights and a long dark grey,
World our eyes are in may lead astray.
Line after line and black after black,
Shadow upon shadow, the small locus sat,
Mounted upright upon this dream,
Of a world he is in, remains unseen.
Jasla....

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Lupar, in the year 264 AF.