In ages long past, in lands of yore,
Where Bards sang tales of heroes' lore,
There roved the brave, the bold, the free,
Embarking on quests cross land and sea.

Beneath the moon's soft, silver glow,
Where shadows dance and secrets flow,
Adventurers, hearts filled with might,
Ventured forth into the night.

Oer mountains high and valleys deep,
Through forests dark where spirits sleep,
They sought the paths unknown, unseen,
To realms where naught but dreams had been.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Chronos, in the year 947 AF.