Sing to me sweet, when night is dark and candle light glows.
Sing to me of battles won and battles lost, of venoms wasted and herbs
eaten too quickly.
Sing to me of freeforalls and landmark pain, of shining sword and falcon
wing.
Sing to me of anything, for when you sing, my soul knows peace.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Phaestian, in the year 348 AF.