Oh all things divine,
Bless my soul while I rest.
While I am gone
Bless the fruit on the vine.

When I awake,
Remind me of my quest.
Do not let my soft yawn
All my memories take.

Though my pack turns to ash,
Let me keep all my zest.
Make me swift as a fawn,
As to the community chest I will dash.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Phaestian, in the year 969 AF.