Drocilla I come to sing your praises
To offer amends for all my misdeeds
With contrition I do present myself
For Divine forgiveness I come to Thee

Beauty quails before Your divinity
A glance and a knight will drop to his knee
None are immune to Your sweet seduction
Pure maidens wail at their virginity

With Your art You shape the world around You
Twisting the Basin to a finer form
Dusk softly drifts around us at Your call
In crafting for You perfection is born

Your praises I sing with this humble song
For Your forgiveness is not just a gift
In lavender dreams do I seek You out
And ask from my soul this burden You lift


Penned by my hand on the 21st of Vestian, in the year 617 CE.