Each maker here a muse has named and known,
The expressive spirit joined with wit and skill.
Now call from Fire's core the music grown,
All speak inspired, minds and hearts to fill.
As strings beseech the ear with grief or joy
Euterpe's pipe invokes Broceliande
Amergin and Melpomene employ
To bring forth meaning from bow, breath & hand.
Here Mnemosyne greets Saga; myth reborn
Has taught our tongues new tales and older art
To shape the songs that sing the world's true form
And each eye turns to seek that Fire's heart
Where thought will pierce the soul with passion bright
And words become a vessel filled with light.