Please forgive my english in the following poem, I murdered my artistic
license.

Dear Ashtan.

Should the walls of Ashtan come crashing down,
Rising dust to bling my sight,
While angry warriors break me down,
Ill fight 'till death to shed some light.

To days of old, the anchient times.
The rythmic chants and mystic rhymes.

The city she's my one true love.
She merely call and Im by her side.
She'll find me aide from hell and heaven above,
And Ill protect all her honor and pride.

I will forever hold her closest to my heart,
For I know that her and me will never ever part.

If all is wrong in the way of the world,
She reaches to me with love and warmth,
And holds me like only a mother would.
Then takes my hand to protect me from harm.

Don't you worry Ashtan my dear,
Forever know that I will be here.

~~Hitomishi

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Sarapin, in the year 354 AF.