Born when the eclipses bled the sky,
Fire and starlight crossed as one,
They said the Veil itself drew breath
The night Elyndor came to dawn.
Silver hair, eyes deep as truth,
Steps that walked where none should tread,
He spoke of balance, not of rule,
And mended more than spells he cast.
Not for crowns, nor dragon’s fear,
He walked so all might stand sincere.
Oh Veilborn, Veilborn, light between,
Where worlds still touch what might have been,
You held the line when stars grew thin—
And chose the cost… to save us all.
Oh Veilborn, Veilborn, hear our plea,
If echoes stir beneath the sea,
Remember us, remember why
You taught the flame to kneel and sigh.
He climbed the Spire of woven air,
Raised Sythrendal to moons aligned,
Spoke Vaethari words long lost
And bound the storm to mortal time.
Through ash and ruin, crown and scar,
He sought not power, only sense,
To guard the Veil, to guide the hand
That must decide… not dominate.
Against the dragon’s molten cry
He stood where stone learned how to burn,
Sealed the fire, broke the sky—
And stepped where none were meant to turn.
Oh Veilborn, Veilborn, gone from sight,
Still balance walks in borrowed light,
If blood remembers what you were,
Then hope still breathes in Aurelia.
Oh Veilborn, Veilborn, should you rise,
Where shattered Veil and silence lie,
Decide our fate with steady hand—
Not as a king… but guardian.
So speak his name when moons align,
Not as prayer, but promise sworn:
As long as one still guards the Veil,
Elyndor’s light is not yet gone.
