The Poem of Ardeghon Dalgren

Disgraced I am.
From birth to who I am now.
From rise till dawn.
From the Westfold to the Eastern one.
Blessed and cursed with a long life.
Yet towards my own goals, I strife.
No need to strife towards something impossible.
As long as I protect the ones I love, anything is possible.
As a child, stared at with animosity wherever I went.
"You have no right to exist." was the message sent.
I no longer heed these words.
I am one like any other.
Hearing those words in my head, is no bother.
Love is what I believe in, what I fight for.
Peace between the Free People is what I desire.
With the written and spoken word I will accomplish this.
Not by the sword, but with my book:
"The Scribe clouded with Mist."