By the hands of Odium he fell,

Shattered like glass upon Roshar,

Storms have raged and empires dwelled,

Living and dying with a permanent scar

His loved fled in dread and grief,

Solitude was only her partial relief,

Within the west, she formed her plans,

While Odium fled with blood on his hands.

The Father of Storms ruled on his domain,

Until a mortal was worthy of his bond,

The Heralds have suffered Desolation and pain,

Oaths were broken, and the Radiants were wronged

Cultivation fought as hard as she tried,

The Radiants broke their oaths, for the Heralds have lied,

In her blissful solitude, Cultivation cried,

And by the hands of Odium, Honor has died.