Joy once twined, 'neath blue summer sky,
Divided now in days gone by.
Young Saelir penned yon heart's refrain,
But silence answered back again.

He wrote of games in gardens fair,
Of pine-wine scent in her bright hair,
Of friendship forged in laughter's peal--
Crushed now by Imperial heel.

His words, as leaves on autumn's breeze,
Fell unseen upon Cyrene's streets.
An earnest plea no soul took heed,
No voices joined in empathy.

The world moved on with wrath and blade,
While innocence to ash doth fade.
And Lyne, if received thee his song,
Thy silence stretches on and on.

O, what cruel fate doth let smiles break
While grown folk war for conquest's sake?
A child's hope, cast to the voida"Yon tender bridge to Lyne, destroyed.

So let this elegy be sung
For bonds once shared 'tween hearts still young,
For letters lost and silence kept,
For friendship spurned and tears unwept.

-TS

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Sarapin, in the year 993 AF.