Quiet I come to blessed Almaren,
Lost in the depth of history,
And dance upon green grass
Under large sylvan trees.

Quiet I stare into starlit skies,
Set by the Lady of the Stars,
And drink in the new light
With glistening eyes.

Quiet I feel soft breeze’s touch,
Playing on a face newly damp,
And turning gently aside
It all slips away.
- Yaralindi