The decade's gone, yet I recall,
The scent of lilac, gooseberry fall.
Steel for the mortal, silver for the beast,
A lonely path they spoke, me found peace.

Not just a girl, but future’s key,
Wild Hunt chasing, Ciri riding free.
Witcher the fourth, can't wait her rise,
Destiny the forth, through elder blood and wine.

Nilfgaard's royal, portals at hand.
From Vizima’s court, to Velen’s land.
Yenn holds the thunder and fire the bright,
Magic slaughtered the day and weaves the night.

Heals my wounds, so curses won’t spill,
Waits at Novigrad’s lighthouse, Triss gazes still.
My RPG guide, a world sincere,
The greatest tale I hold so dear.