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The Song of Petra



by Shan Shan Stormwind-Tiarell


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Lie well, my love, in your bed of stone,
History bears your mark.
You've struggled long, you've earned your rest,
Forget this world so stark.
Our grief cloaks us in garments soft,
Beside you, all are plain,
My husband, though you've breathed your last,
All still will breath your name.

Each footfall brings me down this aisle,
To bring me to your side.
Oh would that all are gathered here
To see me be your bride!
My sisters guide me onwards still,
Grief running down each face,
'Cept mine, dear love. My grief runs dry
Seeing you in death's embrace.

Occultists, Templars, Serpentlords,
Dark-clad monks and priests,
Druids, dwarves, nobility all,
All gathered here in peace.
Behind, I hear the doors swing closed,
Escape is now denied,
Within this Basilica, silence reigns,
But cries ring from outside.

Remember, if by holy will
Your spirit lingers here,
The way your children, in their pain,
Stand proud, their love sincere.
I tell you now, none will forget,
How robed in dazzling white
Dear Father Orlan, staff in hand,
Stands by your ray of light.

Such words he speaks, his sermon bold,
He brings forth all your toil -
One people, nation, one ideal!
Your legacy none may spoil.
Orlan speaks now of vigilance,
The Wave draws deathly near,
But what care I of prophecy,
With you, my love, not here.

Logos!
What cruelty is this?
Above the song of the crowd
Can You not hear my heart breaking?

His sermon ending, wreathed by fire
Of fervent proclamation,
He raises up your name, my dear,
Up high in adoration.
This triumph all shall hold your stamp,
Eternal Majesty,
For in your sleep you still remain
Our lord and liege of free.

Oh Nicator! This priest calls forth,
Resounding through the ether
Your name it rings! Oh Nicator!
All present shout together.
Outside these walls, the crowds, they chant,
Their passion unforeseen,

I cry it too, my Nicator
Forever yours
Your Queen

(First performed at the Ty Beirdd New Years Concert 542 AF)

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Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Sarapin, in the year 542 AF.