So as you shiver in the cold and the dark,
Look into the fire and see in its spark —
Watching over you.
As you walk in the wind’s whistling claws,
Listen past the howling of the wolf’s jaws.
Comes to you.
And when you’re lost in the trackless snow,
Look up high where the eagles go.
Shines for you.
In deep, dark mine or on crumbling peak,
Hear the words of love I speak.
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.
Faerun 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.
— from Neverwinter Nights