A chilly night, cloudless, serene,
Descended upon mountain Cyrene
And around the edge of Centre Crossing
The masses stood, their interest keen.

There was a sudden shift in the air
And the first Celani then stood there.
Han-Tolneth smiled, his steady stare
Aimed toward only one, a lady fair.

Then a light shining clear
In the night sky brought a twinge of fear
As toward Cyrene began to veer
Great Ashaxei, who landed quite near.

Some whispered words from white wyrm's tongue
And a quiet choice from Sylvan young.
She'd climbed to mortal ladder's highest rung;
The great transformation had begun.

The lady loosed a primal scream,
He skin turned hard with a metallic gleam,
She grew a tail, claws, fangs, and wings.
Then stood Keahi, Argent Dragon of Cyrene.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Miraman, in the year 503 AF.