The timed seemed to slow as the Logos slept,
His Visions walking the grove.
The jade sphere showed in all of its new light
A story to be told.

The Song of Creation flowed within,
The Logos spreading His warmth.
A small child seemed to dance in its wake,
But it did not last henceforth.

The Song died as the bats flew in,
Its melody drowned for good.
Even after the bats went by,
We knew, drowned it would.

So the Lady of Dreams went elsewhere,
To tend to the Logos's things,
As onlookers stood with amazement,
As a beautiful female started to come through.

At first there was just a warmth,
That seemed to embrace all.
A warmth that I seemed to come close to,
To get on my knees and fall.

Her laugh was always precious,
Sending tingles up my spine.
Then Her green eyes looked out to us,
And I thought Her to be mine.

It drove me insane with wonder,
Who is this wonderful lady here?
It made me like a madman,
And I must hold Her dear.

The Green-Eyed Lady disappeared,
As did the Lady of Dreams.
And so we went to find them,
The eyes still guiding me, haunting me.

We went to the lake,
Finally swimming underneath.
The green eyes still haunted me,
As we approached the membrane.

The Lady seemed to tempt me,
As I went back to the grove.
Both the Ladies now stood there,
Before the child now appeared.

She begged the Lady to come,
Stay with her in a dream.
I prostrated myself before Her,
Begging Her to stay.

Soon She decided,
And followed the Lady of Dreams
Into the Temple,
Where we were not to go.

It was then where I was called elsewhere,
To assist the guild back home.
I then left the temple,
And I was all alone.

When I awoke the next day,
Pleasant news I heard.
The Lady Selene has awoken,
And I felt free as a bird.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Sarapin, in the year 350 AF.