The Song of Cyrene
Sounds on light, silver bells.
She walks through the streets
Borne on music and spells.

From towers to dwellers,
From burgers to beer,
Her tune is incarnate
In many a sphere.

The Song of Cyrene
Bears a beautiful face,
And flows through our hearts
Speaking wisdom and grace.

She preaches our peace
And she blesses our runes.
She lights up our crystals
And carries our tunes.

The Song of Cyrene
Looks through bright, sapphire eyes,
And her smile, to the world,
Is a glorious prize.

Ne'er has her like
Been heard by us before,
Nor shall again come
One so swiftly adored.

But her light in our hearts
Draws us home to her song.
To her, and for her,
I shall e'er belong.

For Beneficia, in commemoration of both our love and her tremendous
accomplishments for Cyrene.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Aeguary, in the year 441 AF.