For Takliea

What is call the state of mind
That make a man believe
That by destroy a thing so fair
Some debt may be retrieve?
No can think of word in tongue
That many understand
For cowardice and such display
As earn this reprimand.
Queen Takliea, ocean bride
Of the merfolk King,
Never raise a hand against
The Lord that Darkness bring;
Never speak a faulty word,
No, never break a shrine
Down into the rubble dust:
That pleasure was all mine.
So come Tsol mage of shadow
With those bolt of lightning white,
And fill shrine of Deceiver
With the corpse of troll tonight.
No touch one hair upon her brow.
Time for debt is due.
Kill the ocean innocence
And Gnaash come after you.
Win or lose, it matter not:
Gnaash life is sacrifice
For the ocean sanctity
That be Nissandar's wife.


Penned by my hand on the 5th of Scarlatan, in the year 435 AF.