Kastalia's own

You wander and roam
Across the rivers and lakes
You are one of Hers

But you have to wait
Until your twentyfifth year
To be one of Hers

Dying and dying
To explore the Underworld
You are one of Hers

Patiently you wait,
Till at last you reach that age,
To be one of Hers

The Order will be glad
When you've finally joined them
Kastalia's own

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Phaestian, in the year 416 AF.