Oh forbidden Foam-Born why have you foresaken me?
Do I seem but a plaything for your merciless musing?
In your favor, but only a wave in the sea,
And still only your songs can I find to sing.

Visited briefly, but a loop in eternity,
Made a follower of your ceasless Mystery.

Come o Bright-One and speak your secrets in my ear,
If you can find me worthy and able to withstand,
Awed by your bulsing shining and humbled by fear,
Shadowed by your brilliant radiance I but thrust out my hand.

Carry me away if naught but for a day,
Tell your son to string his bow, let it fly, and find my way.

Run back to your tortured husband and tell him my name,
Beg for his leave and switly return from above,
Flower forth from the primal fallen once again,
And let this genesis herald for me a new and lasting love.



-The Wordweaver

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Aeguary, in the year 355 AF.