~*The Hanged Man Card*~

Bring, oh Mistress, a small songbird
For I would hear of open skies
Where moon and stars are not obscured
By sharpen'd metal, where justice lies

Sing to me of untamed wilds
That do come to end in violent seas
Sing unto me of earth undefiled
Here in my prison, from which beauty flees.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Lupar, in the year 447 AF.