Remember

[Flyaway Bird]

By this mystic wish I came
For balance to this land reclaim
Though endless things do make this blight
By our mortal hands, make right

Bring those with skill and virtues bold
And those unskilled with hearts of gold
Summon some for their wit and some for their might
Those of the shadow and those of the light

Bring those now barren and those now lost
Bring those once cursed at any cost
Call to the madmen now called to a trance
And summon the scoundrels righting wrongs by chance

Summon the craftsmen, the swordsmen, the mage
And any who'd stand till the end of this age
Above all do call the Twice-born made
And those who seek no accolade

And by those who'd by their wisdom care
Unlock this once-lost thoroughfare


The Land is our only mother, our dying mother, and with our help she may yet live. We are all sisters and brothers and she needs us, now more than ever. The new Bastion is proof - when we combine our efforts we are limitless.


(note unsigned)

 

[Tzydl Zhitelava]

To the writer of this poem~
Perhaps you should consider writing for the Bard's Guild. Feel free to leave anonymous letters and writings here or else join our next meeting. Bring your book of poetry. That was beautiful.
Thank you
~Z~

 

[Dar Beltaine]

Goodwoman Tzydl,

I'm not sure if you are aware, or if others are, but these words were spoken some moons ago at the moment the brave adventurers were returned to our lands. I'm not sure who posted them, but I am grateful that they did.

This person is right, we must never forget!

Thank You,

~Squire Paladar