Happy birthday Hono'o-chan! The pun above is all because of our Xanthian roots. Heheheh... May you remain magical, young, and true. I love you. :-)
so as you shiver in the cold and dark,
look into the fire and see in its spark--
my eye
watching over you.
as you walk in the wind's whistling claws,
listen past the howling of the wolf's jaws--
my song
comes to you.
and when you're lost in the trackless snow,
look up high where the eagles go--
my star
shines for you.
in the deep, dark mine or on crumbling peak,
hear the words of love i speak--
my thoughts
are with you.
you are not forsaken,
you are not forgotten.
the north cannot swallow you.
the snows cannot bury you.
i will come for you.
faerün will grow warmer,
and the gods will smile,
but oh, my love, guard yourself well--
all this may not happen for a long, long
while...
-- wind by the fireside, a song from the forgotten realms
