(Written gracefully in red ink on an old, yellowed parchment)
"Whip of Xeen"
Men have made them gods of love,
Sun-gods, givers of the rain,
Deities of hill and grove:
I have made a god of Pain.
Of my god I know this much,
And in singing I repeat,
Though there's anguish in her touch,
Yet her soul within is sweet."
Y.S./A.E.
"Happiness does not consist of having what you want, but wanting what you have."
Confucius
