the glorious capital of the north,
standing on the shores of the Sea,
longing, longing, longing to gaze westward evermore.
home of the kings.
heart of the empire so tried, so true,
longing, longing, longing to return to its former glory.
my home of old,
sister to Laenalaen, shining bright
o'er the horizon, forevermore seen in the West.
Christine, oh Christine!
City of the lore-filled days,
now dust, and ash, and bone,
no longer the heart of our ancient song.
oh, my beloved city,
no longer standing o'er that mighty Sea,
shining brightly from continent to continent,
destroyed by the flames of Thiran fire, Thiran evils.
again you will stand.
Though time may forget your name,
it will forever belong to you!
the crystal city,
the heart of an empire
so fair and so true.
Note: Written by Lord Wrenflight I following the Great War of 1807-1809 (1331-1333 Belecthorian Calendar).
Excerpt; "Poems of Belecthoria and Its History: The Essential Guide to a Cultured Nation," as Revised by Carolina Edwards and Assembled by Order of King Michael II