High above the mortal world where floating islands gleam, Beyond the reach of waking thought, beyond the cosmic stream, An endless sea of azure light and drifting vapor lies, Where ancient wings of majesty sustain the boundless skies. The Kingdom of the Wind is crowned in pure ethereal grace, Where storms are hushed to quietness within her holy space, Eryslai’s majestic towers pierce the astral dome, And mark the sacred altitude where silent spirits roam. She is the breath of elements, the wheel that turns unseen, A delicate and brilliant form, the everlasting Queen. With angel wings and elfin eyes of terrifying height, She watches o’er the firmament in uncorrupted light. The lesser gods may quarrel in their jealousy and pride, Yet from the greater wheel of truth her gaze is turned aside. She seeks no praise from mortal lands, nor courts the paths of war, A tranquil soul untouchable by what the prophets saw. Within the Temples of the Mist and Vapor where they dwell, Her loyal champions guard the truth with elemental spell. The stormriders and phoenixes keep watch upon the gale, Ensuring that her quiet peace and balance never fail. And daring raiders tread the clouds to scale the stormy steep, To test their mettle 'gainst the power hidden in the deep. Through waves of rushing tempests and the trials of the air, They seek the sovereign of the skies who rules in silence there. A face so comely poets fail to capture in their rhyme, A tranquil mind that drifts beyond the reckoning of time. She holds no hate for mortal kin, nor cherishes their love, Enthroned forever in the calm of endless blue above. So let the gales of Norrath blow across the startled plain, And herald back the sovereign who commands the hurricane. Xegony, eternal queen, upon her vapor throne, Forever master of the winds, majestic and alone.
