Ever-forward, Man of the Republic
Keeper of Words
Turner of Phrase
Reveler of Night
Feaster of Days
March forth on through Saleria
Trod upon the grasses of the Upstart
Repast, imbibe, depart
She is yet the light upon my Home Stone
In her arms
I am un-alone
Sunned and grown
Reaching, preaching
To the choir
I desire
The Flames and Fire and
Smoke that tears the eye.