I moreso am incline to sing, and play the lute, or piccolo but I felt I
needed to transpire some of my lyrics in an attempt to write a poem.

Deep, within the moonlit forest
sings a child, and a dream
The dew drops as a winters coldest kiss
And a passion is driven through the twilight bliss

Deep, within the starlit forest
sings a girl, and a dream
Serenading, as children dance
And a love is kindled with a silver flame
And a love is kindled with a silver flame

Deep, within the enchanting forest
Sings a love, and a dream
A Dream, and a passion of one
The one with silver eyes, to one day look and realize

Deep, within the heart
Sings a passion, a love
That the one who stands before you
Holds your hand, and you may never understand.


Aspin

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Aeguary, in the year 287 AF.