Seal of the Six

They did not write their name upon the sands the tide to come and wash away the score, for while there was potential in their hands so well they knew there always would be more.   They did not write their name across the sky, the wind to stir and scatter, like a puff, for while their eye was straining up so high too well they knew that this was not enough.   They did not write their name upon the page, the errant hand a menace to the book, for while their words could step another stage those are nowhere near the measures that they took.   Inside their soul your name they finally penned, and there it’s etched, forever, ever without end
Prisms light the silent night for the friendless Friends And The planters become sowers of the foes of men
  And the guardians who are there, at the End, fill the role of timeless eyes upon the prize, fulfill their role and face the demon-kind and stand in place of the heroes, demised         Interpreted by Ethos, First Reader of Kandahl' Keep, from an ode by Richard Doiron, ancient bard.