The soft light, reflects from her, the beauty astounds
My delight, eyes sweet luster, the beauty no bounds
To invite, to my splendor, this beauty unfound

Instead of course, I am a fool, I chase her away
It is my curse, my feelings so cruel, they slowly decay
So much remorse, my heart just rubble, again it betrays

The news comes in, she is gone my god, what have I done
I cannot begin, my love is flawed, I am a demon
To death driven, her life I clawed, can it be undone

My flower of light, I will save my rose, for she had no thorn
No easy fight, to travel with woes, but her life I am foresworn
Gods hear my plight, your wills I will sow, or I am lovelorn

Halls of the Dead, my travels herein, many fields crossed
This place I do dread, many souls of sin, yet here I accost
Just as I said, I come for Tamsyn, all is not lost

Forgive me my Flower... my Rose.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Lleian, in the year 269 MA.