Echoing the lands with his words and his songs -
There is a bard who takes conquest of the realm to heart
To the rapture: to the capture of the bliss and the splendor!
There is a page written
Somewhere, Yes! It
Speaks of his stories
of how damned he
lived. And how fiercly
he loved.
And was loved. And was loved.

To the rapture: to the capture of the bliss and the splendor!
There is still a page
written somewhere
over the sunset fjords
where he must never
go. The brooks call
to a new age of Him.
But the page remembers
how fiercly he loved
And was loved. And was loved.

And come to like the confusion
The Bard witnessed his
Last
Sunrise.
Over the Eastern Fjords of the brook: so keen

He remembers an owl that soared with his wings fully arched
It was a sign from his Goddess...
Too
Great
of
Breathtaking. It was.

And then the page burnt.
And the flames left.
And became a fire in the sun.
Became a candle to the Sun.

And his last sunrise: he wrote himself.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Lleian, in the year 154 MA.