In Praise of Valnurana
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The sun sets and darkness begins
to creep upon the lands. As night
takes hold and daylight ends,
I praise the passing of the light
as silently I enter into Sacred Sleep.
In supplication, my eyes close
and I take comfort in Dream's deep
embrace. This restful, holy repose
brings gifts of insight and vision
from She of the Whispered Step,
The Ever-Shifting Mists. Sweet lyricism,
whispered knowledge in silhouette,
guides me to paths once hidden.
I give myself over to Her will,
and as secret sights come unbidden
into my mind, the rushing thrill
of insight once lost but now unearthed
floods my being. In these moments,
my inner self is renewed, rebirthed,
as the blessings of portents and omens
are given to those of faithful soul.
But night must pass, and I must wake,
though as I am roused, I am as whole
as the full moon upon dawn's break.

~ Valyrith Eigencourt, the Ever-Faithful

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Daedalan, in the year 961 AF.