Sir Ts'q'hhiyyonnh'tt of The House of Rr'hth'Dthuoor'rl, a Squadron Master of the Rank of Or'thyor

a rider of the mountains of syrth'h'thiaarh,

Purple of hair

…Grey...

upon the seas of the wind of skies born

& of cloud, as an ancient rock

yet, of the thin emerald valleys... spreading

a gem

of the unevenly strung verse...

that glitters, like white pearls upon the sounds of the flute

echoing, in the dimness blue...

enticing, of the golden tent

….known....

by his deeds & his scrolls

long, is his shadow, among the great stony lawn

of the skies lake

which is Dniiqhthia, the seat of the Elqhtri

the memory like a spring clear bubbles forth

....his voice..

thin, frost like, flowers, of silver

..words.....