A sparkling scent betwixt a summer song.
A glimmer of hope for a grieving girl.
Succulent sustenance for a starving soul.
A being standing against the tide of Taint.
A child's face, lined with astute resolve.
Thou art subjects of the Light.

An uprising of forces anathema to beauty.
A man whose goal is his own greed.
The desecration of spirit through demonic lore.
For thou art a pox upon the pure.

A sobbing one who squeals foul remorse.
An innocent child whose life goes unrequited.
A serenading bird struck down. Silenced.
For thou art in need of her defence.

A seeker of the truth and the glory.
A misguided soul with pure intents.
Any being whose whimpers die unheard.
For thou art deserving of her forgiveness.

Peace will reign when the Basin is pure.
Redemption will arrive to true spirits.
Lies and subterfuge are the virtues of the twisted.
For thou art subject to the Light.

She is strong.
She is valiant.
She is forgiving.
She is knowledeable.
She is balance.

Thou shalt be subject to her glory.
Thou art subject to her fury.
Thou wert subject to her purity.

Anon, ye heretics to her boon,
ye shall be subject to an unadultered wrath.

Repent.