Within, we are all different..but are many of us the same? Does or
spirit share that kinship with those that accept us..or do we just keep
that which is..my Family..my friends..my guild..you are part of kith and
kin..me and mine. Within i burn, the fire feirce, i shield those that
are a part of me..the fires consume..touch me, know me. I am the flame
incarnate, i am that rawness that ancient battle cry, that enigmatic
thing to which we cling...i will not back down.

The only fear i possess is forsakenless lonelyness, that chill place
between heaven and hell endured alone, i will fight for that which i
believe..until my light is extuingshed, and my stars burned out. That
rage is relaeased, you may be stronger...yet i am tenacious, i am that
which you will avoid, i am the nasty leech that attaches to you, when
you least expect it..be you my enemy...you may crysh me once..but what
of the second or third, you cannot always win.

Dark tides bore me to a white beach with grey sand and there i await, My
comfort..Friends true, family blue, and guild at my side, i am
invincible with those things, the heart burns true, the sapient spirit
desires company to make it strong, but i will prevail, by tooth or nail,
and make you Quail before the might of my Peircing light.

Do not touch me, lest you be invited...i am what i am. by nights gaze,
and fires blaze. Shrouded in my cloak of Righteous fury, and armoured by
my kith and kin, i will be victorious...i must be...till my soul draws
its last breathe...to say its last prayer, it will not be my fault.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Ero, in the year 314 AF.