Been blinded in an intricate illusion of truth;
Been unaware to the delusions around me.
The enlightened do not need proof,
My mind and eyes are now clean.
All that I understood to be of fact and stone...
All the lost, without minds intact are truely alone.
Mhaldor speaks of the truths numbered seven
what I before thought to be pure nonsense.
Following the path and direction I was given
since age ten, the answers were cleverly hidden.
Learning and studying the seven notes of evil,
embarking down new path, a new direction of travel.
I have much to learn, so much more to understand,
but now will be moving forward with clear vision.
On the simple slab of stone with red mist around
to learn new things and with clean ears I'll listen.
My direction will not be filled with false and lie.
My life will now be evil, even after decay and die.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Phaestian, in the year 410 AF.