Lusyendahr the Pure: Favored of the White

"Oh Light of Lights, Fatherer of Mercy and Wielder of Justice, Forge of Virtue and Sovereign of all Truth, from mornings first light to the last gleam of dusk do I sing of thine Goodness and of thine Might. In the days when there remained a memory of light my prayers rose to you continuously and I did serve you faithfully and in selflessness.Through my deeds you were given glory O Light of Lights and in my works did the splendor of thy goodness become known to the unknowing. Now I beseech of you O Lord, Heed me as I cry out for deliverance, comfort me in my darkest hour so that I may do your will once more, for I am alone, my refuge distant and I wander through the domiciles of blackest Shadow. Redeem me with thine Hand of Glory O Most High Light For my enemies are mighty and the darkness about them, a great barrier and their shadows bear down upon me with the force of all malevolence. Hearken to my cries O Most High Light, for the enemies of my soul are the enemies of thine creed and of thine resplendence. behold! They have made of this realm a wasteland and the inhabitants thereof are sore afraid; verily, the firmament is dimmed by unnatural darkness and the little ones below it cry out in terror.

With a burdened heart do I weep among the dead O Light of Lights, for my power was lost in the dark places which I know not, Ruin pursued me and the merciless ones attacked me without quarter I have been laid down in a pit of darkness and the pall of death hangs over me. The wrath of mine enemies has been pressed down upon me, the afflictions of their tongues have lashed out against me, and from this den my soul cries out for the rekindling of the Light!Extend to me thine Hand of Glory O Radiant King, raise me above the shadows cast by my enemies that I may see them clearly and render unto me the keen blade of thy resplendence that I may smite them where they stand.

None but You alone can be my Redeemer O Radiant King; For Thou hast done miracles among the souls of the dead! What shades rise to confess thy splendor and what specters know Thee by Thy name.Verily, Thy name is spoken in the tombs and graven upon the bones and ashes of the just. With Your shining hand you delivered them from the Abyss, yea, with Your resplendent arm did you keep them from the jaws of the Old Chaos.
I go forth to do your will O Light of Lights and though I toil through these trenches of deepest black and evil pursues and assails me from all sides I fear it not for the brilliance of thy gaze is upon me."  -The final prayer of Lusyendahr as recited by Seireies of Ahzalent