Burrowing a tangent to the torment that rages in my heart, your voice
gloriously rings out and suppresses the darkness that is shrouded within
the chaotic void that looms over my core. As crimson flames glimmer
brightly over the dark and sinister path that lies ahead, a vicious pain
tears into my horizon and pulls me into an endless darkness. Cryptic,
ancient languages echo all around the damp hallway as I trod slowly
along the newly ravished path. The anger that once hid behind the
firestorm abated, replaced with the silver glimmer of my heart, yet left
cursed by some divine punishment. My heart screams every time I imagine
the sinister treachery that leaps unto my lonely path. Drudgingly I will
press forward, with the shiny focus of my elemental staff targeted
against the deadly foe looming over my entire world. Within my watchful
eye the paradise shall not be abolished, but shall grow and pulse with
an alluring radiance of unmatched proportion. The firestorm that rages
within my soul burns in passionate awe of the wonderment of my future,
and the glimmer in my eye sparkles with hope.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Ero, in the year 454 AF.