From heavens to earth, as above, so below,
Ancient liekha shatters and blows.
Sixty eight parts consume in might,
Twelve heartbeat pass, none in sight
In what lingers breath will fade
Six weeks on, no life remains.
Yet we cross gate of truths concealed
Despite what Saara claims in yield.

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Sarapin, in the year 961 AF.