Oh ye of faith, that who follows the Light
You run into the city of Art, to escape your plight?
scared of the Ashuran's might? Peace is our city
and if you can't treat it right, with the conflict you bring
then away with you, we will not protect you, go to that city
that is oh so bright, stand there with your people
and die for your Light

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Scarlatan, in the year 645 AF.