I never do, but while making the crest of the Lightscribe lineage, this popped into my head-
High in the mountains,
where the snow never melts;
run along the icists
with their snowy frosty pelts.
We are the Lightscribe,
We live among the frost.
We are the Lightscribe,
our magi became lost.
We have’t seen our friend
for many, many years.
All us Icists know
of the human’s tears.
We are the Lightscribe,
we search among the snow
We are the Lightscribe,
No one will ever know.
Eyes of ice, hair of sun,
She traveled to the west.
She met a man among the ice,
who never gave her rest.
We laugh at him, he was so vain-
He did not know our magi.
before too long enemies
quickly became allies.
We are the Lightscribe,
We search for our friend.
We are the Lightscribe
Until the bitter end.
thank you!
