The city of Enorian once proud and tall,
The Hammer of Dawn, a beacon to all.
But war did come and they lost the fight,
Leaving their streets silent at night.

But help has come, in form of one,
Rijetta, tasked to lead, begun,
To heal the wounds and strengthen might,
And bring the city to new light.

But Enorian's pride is hard to quell,
Their defiance hard to dispell,
Will they accept the aid so grand,
Or fight against the helping hand?

The future rests in Enorian's choice,
Will they hear wisdom's call rejoice?
Or cling to pride, and face defeat,
And fall to darkness, incomplete?

So let us hope, in Enorian's heart,
That wisdom and humility will start,
And with the help of Rijetta's hand,
Enorian will once more stand.

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 15th of Khepary, in the year 508 MA.