A poem attributed to Fisher.
- "The rage of the Whirlwind Goddess
was an inferno, beaten on the forge
of Holy Raraku.
The legions that marched in the dust
of blood burned by the eye of the sun
were cold iron.
There, on the dry harbour of the dead city
where the armies joined to battle
Hood walked the fated ground
where he walked many times before." - ―Fisher kel Tath