Oh Xavin and your Unbound Lord so bright,
Where were you in Enorian's darkest night?
As war raged on, your city did fall,
Their strength waned, their hope did pall.

Where was your power, where was your might?
Did you watch from a distance, hiding in sight?
Or were you bound, unable to lend aid,
As Enorian cried out, their plight unafraid?

But now they rise, from the ashes and dust,
With the help of one, who sees worth and trust.
A new dawn breaks, a new hope begins,
Enorian will thrive, with the help of its kin.

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 16th of Khepary, in the year 508 MA.