Notebook

With tired bones and humble eyes

I take in those who ask no prize:

Pilgrims come from near and far

Seeking rites older than Nerevar

Bloodied feet walk Veloth's Path

To walk the Bloodstone is to know the very rock's wrath.

From start to end, the Path is long

But pilgrims sing a hearty song

Of ALMSIVI, and forebears true,

Who lend their strength to me and you.

With heart so full of faith and fire,

Their hardy legs will never tire,

And knowing that this Path has seen

Paupers, lords, all in-between

The Path, it does not seem so long

When the blood of Resdayn keeps you strong.