My dear, I tried my very best to give you all I could.
I truly wanted you to live a life as I knew you should.
For you, my body labored beyond pain's threshold,
But all that came was your body, far too small and cold.

I knew at once what happened; the reason you were dead
Was a hoard of chaos minions and a few strikes to my head.
The underking had liked you; he didn't let you leave the tomb.
For I returned to my body, but you not to my womb.

Your father's voice was steady as he promised the murderers would die.
I saw his resolve, but then I also saw him cry.
My vision then grew blurry as my own eyes filled with tears
Each drop was liquid fire - my cheeks and heart were seared.

How hard I tried to revive you, so many different ways,
But too many sleepless nights followed unsuccessful days.
I finally ran out of tricks that I could try myself,
So I began to seek out temples and the help of Gods Themselves.

The one that did offer aid was not my Fire dear,
Yet even though it was Renewal, my purpose felt clear.
I traveled to Her temple, and with Her order inside,
I sought out two guildmates and bade them take our lives.

Back to the underking's hall, where earlier I had come;
This time not to lose you, but to reunite mother and son.
I felt your spirit calling and at the mirror we did repent,
Then with Varian's grace and mercy, back to life we went.

Wonderment filled my body; in my arms, living joy -
My trials seemed rewarded by a living, breathing boy.
I blessed each breath, loved your pulse, even cherished your cry,
Until a fear of death gripped me, though I knew not why.

Days passed by and you still lived; my fear began to break.
You grew strong on manna - no milk would you take.
Was it this godly drink that made your soul divine
So the underking saw you as his, and no longer as mine?

Or maybe you had lived too soon, and your body could not withstand
Life's acting on you as an inferno, ravaging the land.
This second time I forced myself to accept your fate,
That my attempts to give you life had simply come too late.

After such hard and pained trials, I knew it might be best
To stop your journeys, ease my plight, and let your soul rest.
It seemed better to choose failure before more harm was done,
And hold the sweetest memories of us as mother and son.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Lleian, in the year 151 MA.