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Poetry News Post #3183

The Justice Card

Written by: Tunesmith Soulfyriani Lokelinde, Wand'ring Bard
Date: Thursday, April 5th, 2007
Addressed to: Everyone


~*The Justice Card*~

Canto, Artemis; et vestrum verbi
Vox per vestrum discipulus.

Righteous Light!
Which shines no longer in the soul
Of him forsaken; cursed by Fate to live
Through endless ends, a score of deaths and one
Yet always chained to earthly vice;
forever to return.

Ruler of the noblest creatures
Master of nonentities
He who walks the earth exalted
Ignorant of his provenance

Killer of his father's virtue; fated to recur
Rapist of his mother's womb; fear'ed of his own
Who despoils his matron's artless beauty
In vain pusruit of earthly rule

How vain it is to think that a race
Not even as aged as the eldest rivers
Could e'er rule the tempered world,
From where he sprung, but newly risen?

What folly to think that She permits
These transgressions live (for they do not!)
What once was Hers will be Hers again,
When to the truth of eternity, our sophism succumbs.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Lupar, in the year 447 AF.


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Poetry News Post #3183

The Justice Card

Written by: Tunesmith Soulfyriani Lokelinde, Wand'ring Bard
Date: Thursday, April 5th, 2007
Addressed to: Everyone


~*The Justice Card*~

Canto, Artemis; et vestrum verbi
Vox per vestrum discipulus.

Righteous Light!
Which shines no longer in the soul
Of him forsaken; cursed by Fate to live
Through endless ends, a score of deaths and one
Yet always chained to earthly vice;
forever to return.

Ruler of the noblest creatures
Master of nonentities
He who walks the earth exalted
Ignorant of his provenance

Killer of his father's virtue; fated to recur
Rapist of his mother's womb; fear'ed of his own
Who despoils his matron's artless beauty
In vain pusruit of earthly rule

How vain it is to think that a race
Not even as aged as the eldest rivers
Could e'er rule the tempered world,
From where he sprung, but newly risen?

What folly to think that She permits
These transgressions live (for they do not!)
What once was Hers will be Hers again,
When to the truth of eternity, our sophism succumbs.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Lupar, in the year 447 AF.


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