In Laenalaen I walked beneath the moon,
the stars like pearls shining bright.
To the top of that White Tower I went,
to be close to the shadows and lights of night.
And in those early hours, just moments from the dawn,
the surrounding darkness took me away...
O! How my soul wept as the beautiful night
became dawn, and then the horrid day!
Once, in Laenalaen, I walked beneath that moon,
the joy of my heart, the core of my song,
the loveliest of all natural things
in that city of the ancient Throne.
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