From the deepest halls of humanity's kin,
our stone-born heroine moved from shadow to shade.
With patient hands she measured and weighed,
and the judging places grew trusting,
giving more than they first meant to give.

Devotion lived in acids and bones,
and even the earth would not deny her.
Buried fire loosed skyward roaring;
Progress burned itself to ash for her,
and nothing built could hold her still.

When words faltered, steel would speak;
vampires fell silent, deathknights lay broken,
and the great crawling horror of the stone forest
shattered beneath her fearless stride.

When the Sea washed in upon a bloody tide,
she met His gaze and named His claim a lie.
She lifted her chin for all who stood behind her,
and dared the loss of her soul in our stead.

Now flowers and vows gather at her feet,
but her heart stands watch elsewhere,
steady as the stone that birthed her,
and as gentle as the dark.


Penned by my hand on the 25th of Aeguary, in the year 995 AF.