Song entwined about a word
On lip of young and old
High above the earthly herd
The wind for to behold

What sound is this? This broken tune
That twists and turns and spins
Though harmony and melody all a-strewn
With it all love begins

Oh simple song, thy fruits unmet
By broken heart and soul
Your beauty oft can help abet
Those faults that most console

For in your note and simple trill
There seems to be most found
A common theme thought lost until
One hears in Truth your sound


-Eizriel

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Ios, in the year 120 MA.