Behold! The most exalted of He,
Whom forged the Forgers of endless planes.

Behold! The great, sonorous We,
With our shining joys and sundown pains.

Source of the many mortal woes,
Even to simpering hate, love gives the meaning still.

If you are defined by what you oppose,
You'll follow other's fate, never weaning your Will.


Penned by my hand on the 24th of Scarlatan, in the year 951 AF.