My halberd, it is sharp and true,
It cuts through flesh and bone - like you!
It pierces skin and skull to find
The soul within, and make it mine.

My halberd, O so long and tall,
Enfolded with the souls I call,
Doth strike with fear and dread and hate,
And leaves behind an altered fate.

My halberd, silver, black and cold,
It brings the night, it ends the old.
It brings forth death, the end of life,
Brings with it blood and screams and strife!

My halberd, it is mine alone,
Though forged by Rou from silver stone
I swing it high and strike them low,
And reap the souls of those below.

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 10th of Niuran, in the year 509 MA.