The Solstar shines above,
Eyes guided by the white dove.
Illuminating the path before us,
There is much we have to discuss.

For the future we think of potential,
We sacrifice to preserve the essential.
But never anything needless,
Resentment may grow heedless.

Each angle which the Light shine,
Brighter still the Truth now assign.
Flecks of silver flowing through the veil,
Like Righteousness, my path, my tale.


Penned by my hand on the 16th of Daedalan, in the year 766 AF.