Here I sit now, all alone, I'm the only soul, in my home, I sit away my
mind a fray, while my lover is away, my heart, it peals, without a
sound, my mind it reels, unabound, my body, unsatisfied, all unsound,
while my lover, is away with her other, I watch the snow that isn't
there, none to be found anywhere, my heart, it seeks to be found,
covered with snow, on the ground, the light, it seems to fade away, yet
the clouds are bright this day, the moon is shown, this I feel, its
light so dark, it shows appeal, my heart it longs to feel the love, yet
flees, like the wings of the beautiful dove, my heart it longs to give
as well, even from the shadows of hell. I drink this toast to the devil
it seems, my plight from him, unreceived, I stage my will, against his
own, my heart is strong, I will condone, my soul is mine, and mine
alone, never his, I love my home, I love my life, I love my lover, my
heart it soars, above no other, for I know it will be soon, my heart,
will love, without boon, my lover, it seems, shall be for me, my heart,
I see, will not flee, my lover it seems will be for me, my love will
keep on loving me.- Sturim Stormblade, Eye of the family

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Ero, in the year 381 AF.