This is a piercing blow that wracks my heart,
A knife that tears my soul with lasting ache,
The arm behind unskilled with this black art,
Yet they that wield it, a scar do always make.
What wound this is that draws the soul's own vigor,
That tears the mind, and sucks the life from me,
What wound is this that aches and aches forever,
What wound, that fills my heart and soul with glee?
Know my dear that though you stabbed, and hurt me,
My soul is filled with joy, that you are happy.

Vorn Lorenis

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Glacian, in the year 311 AF.