Written by Michael Dismuke

In the mountain’s craggy expanse, 

Where Vulcan’s harsh winds blow, 

There lived a sehlat brave and grand, 

My I-Chaya, my childhood’s glow.

A “fat teddy bear,” my mother said, 

A creature fierce yet kind, 

With fur so thick, and eyes so wise, 

A bond, forever intertwined.

When danger struck with claws so sharp

—A le-matya’s deadly fight—

You stood your ground, my guardian strong, 

In Vulcan’s twilight light.

Brown and furry, yet unyielding, 

You saved me from my fate, 

A life you gave, though yours was lost, 

A sacrifice so great.

Brought back from Vulcan’s Forge

Now in the family grounds you lie, 

My sehlat dear, my cherished friend, 

In memories, you shall not die.