Scarlattans weave
as tailors might,
Though our tools
are much more light.

The Eternal Song
evokes our Passion,
Words, our threads,
to build and fashion.

Colours so lively,
Imagination sparks.
Moving in dance,
graceful as larks.

Entwined together,
all the Arts,
Create a tapestry,
to charm all hearts.

No one greater,
No other lesser.
Each are ours
shared possessor.

In His name,
through the ages,
Our works reign,
in His history's pages.


Penned by my hand on the 8th of Scarlatan, in the year 623 AF.