Seletii has many things!
Her gems and jewels and coins and rings,
And all the gladness that gold brings—
It’s of these wonders this song sings
Light agleam anoints her gown,
Her ever-scarlet hair lies down
Beneath a glinting crafted crown
To frame a mien ever lown.
And for her feet do black shoes shine,
For to complete her set design.
Yes, naught in Tyria is too fine
To suit the Seletii divine.
Where is she now? Look, the sky!
What richness lets asura fly?
Seletii’s! below we cry
The answer as she wafts on by—
Upon an airship, through the blue,
Our heroine takes in the view:
The world below, hers to pursue
Without a word or thought to rue.
With her wealth she leaves the ground
For contentedness she’s found,
In gold and grace her visage bound,
And revels in her pelf profound.
Yes, Seletii has many things!
Treasures for the likes of kings,
Like capes and mechanical wings—
It’s of these wonders this song sings.