Father, O' Father!
Where do You stride?
Is it over mountains,
Or valleys,
Or rivers wide?

Father, O' Father!
Where do You sleep?
In the den of wolves,
The home of doves,
Or perhaps the raven's keep?

Father, O' Father!
Destruction,
Defiance,
and Severity...

O' Father!
Now I see!
It is in rhythm of my heart,
That you will always be!

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Lanosian, in the year 355 MA.