Beaded chains surround the pillar
The wind, the wave, the heart
Shattered; one becomes many.
Soon, from balance each depart
To the dismay of the healer
And the return of the receiver.

Time passes, the wanderer sleeps,
Lost and forgotten, forever it seems.
But in power, greed knows no limits,
The search begins
Continues
And ends.

Once broken, the Circle is mended,
and set in motion anew-
Only to be broken once more
In darkness and flame even the six cannot see through.
Old chains are resurfaced
And prisons refurnished.

And just when times were worst renowned,
The tides turned, brief and fleeting,
Before distrust tore the light asunder
Across hills and sand and thunder.
Nightmares see daybreak's greeting,
And what was once lost and never found
Will remain lost on ashen ground.

New trust forms in the night,
Alliance broken on the morrow.
Betrayal, deception-no remorse.
But all is not lost, all is not sorrow
For in true trust, one can regain sight
In the Never-ending Circle of Light.

For in trust, the truth is revealed,
A purpose beyond comprehension.
Where revenge knows no bounds
In battle-where tension
Rises and the sky falls a final time
To the whims of the heart.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Scarlatan, in the year 461 AF.