What matters in my life the most

are those to which I am a host.

I cannot die without them here,

on a written place, here to me dear.

I'm the dust from which the land was born,

and to my promise I am sworn.

I'll raise all Heaven and raise all Hell

to be sure that here, my life sleeps well.

Countless lost in pages burned;

years it took for that lesson learned.

Let them remember the people here,

whose fate has yet to become clear.

Let the dozens, the hundreds, the thousands come

and forever remember what I have done.

Hello, readers. I take that you are curious now, hm? When there is something here that I have been able to accomplish, please read it. My character's lives may well depend on it, if I die tomorrow. In memory, you can never die.