Come ye hence to liquid fires
And lay down your angry desires
Make hence with your tongues of shame
Lay not thine hand 'pun these lands of brave

Go ye who are faithful, go forth
To every open window and every open door
Speak ye words of wisdom and be naught afraid
For in thine's actions, words of cruelty shalt not lay

Those who are meak and lay 'pun barren lands
Speak compassion with gentle hands
Let naught thine eyes be averted in fear
For there is serenity already found there

Those who rise against thee shalt naught prevail
Even as their voices raise and their blades sail
Walk with peace upon thine eyes
And seek solitude in Aryana's light

Tend to those who are hungry and to the lost
To those who lay themselves in quiet frost
Let naught the cold touch their skin
Even if sacrifice must be made within

Tend to the angry and the enraged
Give peace to them once again
Speak with soft words to ease their hearts
To give them a chance to mend broken parts

Tend to those who wish for compassion great
Deliver to them gentle grace
Even if naught is said, let silence remain
Until the dawn of the new day

And to those who desire power above all else
Let them fall to see the harm they've dealt
Whisper the words of compassion upon their souls
And guide them to find their ways again to their true goals.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Artificium, in the year 443 AD.