What darkness here now blocks the light,
What falseness blackens mid-day sun?
A child wrapped up in godly might,
A boy confusing death with fun.

Inconstancy and weakness shine
In hollow threaths and petty words,
In foolish vows and wasted life,
In soul-less hordes and loveless nights.

I pity you, O Lonely One!
O Thin Facade! O Broken Wall!
What comfort now, when battles won
Lead steady toward your final fall?

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Sarapin, in the year 276 AF.