Do you know of,
Gaudiguch flame?
Lost now to time,
with no one blame.

The spires that rise,
into Hallifax air.
Does knowing their loss,
bring you despair?

The tree called Honeysap,
removed from the world,
did once stand in Ackleberry,
its sticky blooms unfurled.

The city of Celest,
with its zealous hosts.
The isle now stands dead,
with naught there but ghosts

The Engine of Change,
Magnagora dear,
Where once was spread glory,
now terror and fear.

Gloriana forest,
where centaurs did run,
now called the Glomdoring,
grants quarter to none.

And last stands Serenwilde,
the only one unchanged.
Who care not for those
repentant, deranged.

The times they have changed,
or so it would seem,
Eyes once filled with hope
now with hatred gleam

Yet into the future,
forever we go.
To places and things
we cannot yet know.

Through hardship and war,
We shall endure.
Against all we face,
Our sparks are pure.

So fan the flames,
and fan them well.
So we may sound on Kethuru
His own death-knell.