Starsong
by Phiririn

Caer Witrin bears a treasure fair
That soars into the mountain air
Great shrine of our Scarlattan Lord
Who guides the bardic art and sword
Traverse that peerless mystic tower
First through the heady room of Power
Then heading upward through the spire
Past rousing scenes of base Desire
The room of Balance is above
And next up through the room of Love
For Balance comes through self control
And Love requires a balanced soul
And next, Expression illustrates
The tools with which mankind relates
Intuition then transpires
Which true art constantly requires
Spirit, then, is next in line
Creation being, thereby, divine
And high upon the apogee
The science of Astronomy
Lies open to the limpid air
Above the blinding urban glare
And gazing up to view all space
The Universe's smiling face
There rests a mighty telescope
So mankind need no longer grope
Like blind men in the firmament
We gaze at light that stars had sent
Unfathomed tracts of time ago
To set our yearning minds aglow
So we could be a race that hears
The Starsong of celestial spheres


Penned by my hand on the 6th of Aeguary, in the year 506 AF.