A city lit by the golden dawn,
Standing firm in the East.
A beacon of Light and Hope in the world,
Banishing pain and deceit.

Its residents brim with righteous resolve,
Carrying a flame within their hearts
That burns ever bright, like the sun above,
As it tears away the dark.

Fire- righteous, pure and bright,
Burns ablaze within its walls,
A source of unpolluted Light-
If the Hearth is your home, stand tall.

I close my eyes, as I stand at Fish,
And there are some times when I see
A city that extends into the Sky above,
A boundless beacon in the East.

I close my eyes; as they open in my dream,
A calm breeze caresses my wings.
They unfurl and lift me off the street-
I feel lighter, floating on the wind.

Soaring higher into the limitless Sky,
Surrounded by refreshing winds,
The Sky above this city is filled with Light.
I smile as its rays warm my skin.

My heart feels free, my spirits renewed
As the winds kindle the flame in my heart.
And gladder I am when I look back to the ground,
For I witness an unfettered Hearth.

I land back near the University gates,
I hear commotion within.
I follow the sounds, walking into a debate,
Unmarred by emotions or ill will.

The debaters calmly offer their views,
As the audience listens with open minds.
There is dissent and they do argue,
But there is no suspicion in their eyes.

No wariness of a new perspective,
No worry of losing or misguiding the young.
Each speaks their mind as much as they listen
When the other claims their views are wrong.

I smile and leave, taking to the air,
Admiring the confidence they place in each other.
The preconceived notions have been burnt by the Fire,
Truth shines best where Freedom prevails.

I land once more near a gathering
Of Paladins, with zeal-filled eyes.
They carry corpses of Creation's foes,
Their Ambition ever to bring Paradise.

The Priests carry bodies of their comrades,
Resurrecting them with practiced chants.
Then, unfazed, with Fury renewed by their deaths,
The resurrected march out, Fire in their hearts.

They swing their blades, the enemies are felled,
Yet it is not to the weapons that they fall.
The foes were slain by the Conviction held
By the wielders of the sharpest blade of all.

The hapless cronies of Creation's foes
Stare at the Fire that consumes the scene.
The Winds carry the flames at faster pace,
The Light shines bright with searing heat.

The enemies' fort is now a storm-wrecked ship
Floating upon a sea of flame.
It crumbles, and with it the rot,
Thrice-struck, melts and ebbs away.

The day is won, Their devout cheer,
The Fire and Storm have done their work.
As the troops leave, His vast Sky clears,
Her Light shines upon the battered fort.

Rain pours forth from the Skies above,
Stone gives way to new life.
Light rays nourish the leaves and buds,
Leaving no place for stagnation to hide.

Perhaps, in time, this will become a home
To beings who strive to do Good and to Grow,
Who learn from what the Reckoning has done
And know that they shall reap what they sow.

I soar into the dawn-lit Skies,
My heart mirthful from all that I see.
This city, ever formidable and bright,
Is the one I have called home happily.

My eyes open, I stand again at Fish.
I see the city's dawn-bathed walls.
Still the home I love, yet something's amiss.
My heart yearns for a dream in a distant call.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Scarlatan, in the year 1007 AF.