I hide in Shadows...my deeds undetected..my Frustrations inherent... I
live by my word...but i must be invisible, as, i am not seen...hiding
behind people...my credit taken...i am a ghost...a shadown to be
trodden...a rug for someone to wipe thier feet on...
My stars gone, my light dying..my will falters...my spirit
trembles..these tears of frustration...balked at every croner...my
sacrifices unheard...all for naught...all for naught...patience they
say...youll ge there...but those like me are there...my sacrifices
unheard, theirs are none, but they are there...selfishness...is that thy
keys greatness? To be only to thy self, will the Kind be trodden Upon by
the Selfish? Will our Works go unheard...will you even see this... My
soul yearns for a rest from this Frustating torture..my heart beats for
recognition...my body burns...i am lost....

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Scarlatan, in the year 311 AF.