“Even Ra, O Even Ra
the gods smile down on you.
O broken land, land of wondrous sights
a cornucopia of ev’ry radiant hue.

In times long past you once were whole
your fairest lands unsundered and pure.
Then war came, disaster struck
your face was marred, a wound with no cure.

The land was dark, the suns hid their face
and you were covered in an ashy gloom.
The people hid, they sheltered in your breast
they mourned and wept to see their doom.

The years passed by and all was still
upon your face nothing that lived did stir.
Then winds came, the ash was cleared
through fire and ash you did endure.”
~ Zellus Val~