Conflict rises from a flame,
Where clashing views ignite their claim,
As neither side will shift their blame-
Yet does the victor, sword held high,
See their deeds as wrong, or justified?

Truth-
Is shaped by those who tread the earth,
To bring an answer to its worth-
Is this answer right or wrong?
In time, its echoes will break in song.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Aeguary, in the year 956 AF.