Fret not, little soul,
Your footmarks join the eyes of all
Closer, always closer to dreams of love
Thoughts as letters carried by doves

A cycle born in endless darkness,
light, discord, chaos, leaves, cold papers in caves,
A cycle closer to the seeds of wishing,
Into the very depths of Dreaming
To live in footsteps, among the ancient and beyond,

Fret not, for you will be what you dream to be
A light lit for eternity

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Glacian, in the year 966 AF.