Let three thousand cries ring out
Let them fly through burning air
And fall upon the ears of
a desire that wishes not to listen.

Let glory ring upon those
And let it cascade down these
Who have ran the race with silver
and gold that guilds their forms.

Let the light that shines from them
illuminate the ravenous lands.
Let them pour forth like slick blood
to feed the lime light and offer it libation.

And in the shadows, let potential reside
To always wish and plea for ascension
To cry three thousand cries
And fall into silent, internal death.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Ero, in the year 350 AF.