A figure stands silhouetted in front of the brightest light,
He is tall and poised elegantly and oh so wise,
He radiates peace and tranquil thoughts,
Of meadows and laughter and happiness.
His robes of purple shimmer and flow,
And as he takes a quill and writes a few words,
In flowing script, the world is shown,
An effortless masterpiece once again.
Octaboona the Purple Poet,
Finds hope when hope seems lost,
And he, the first and the greatest,
Is the spirit of wisdom, a shining star.