Level 18 - High Lord Scribe of Mastered Illuminations
A fey kingdom fallen, with winter triumphant. A dream frozen, to be thawed by might and heroic deed.
Sing to me and I shall write, on lilies, poetry of the night.
Alive with emotion -
Constantly in motion -
With inner voice, 'hind innocent face -
a cunning mind -
Metal fairies in the depths of space?