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The Birth of Mhaldor (Act III)
Written by: Father Herenicus Coldraven
Date: Monday, November 29th, 2010
Addressed to: Indrani, the Demon Queen
ABOMINATION : No greater marker graced a tomb,
The Evil Isle, Sartan's doom,
A barren, windswept granite stone,
The soil where wicked seeds were sown.
A pike grown from a cavern's side,
Wouldst prove the place where Sartai died,
Impaled thereon His children bled,
In hopes to pass in Sartan's stead.
LYCOPOD : The sanguine river runneth deep,
And summons daemons from their sleep,
From ruddy depths a fog didst flow,
And by degrees didst Evil grow.
On blackest winds that fog didst spread,
And strangled flowers in their bed,
So ancient trees gave up their leaves,
Succumbing to that foul disease.
INFERNAL : Then Gaia's trembling hand didst shake,
Beneath Her feet the earth didst quake,
And sealed the world unto its fate,
Releasing fog at thrice the rate.
Behold a Pantheon allied,
And each divinely terrified,
Impotent gods would soon lament,
Lord Sartan, the Malevolent.
An ancient lesson thus retold,
Blood mayest break the bonds that hold,
Through sacrifice is freedom earned,
All power gained and wisdom learned.
FIN
Penned by my hand on the 6th of Mayan, in the year 553 AF.
The Birth of Mhaldor (Act III)
Written by: Father Herenicus Coldraven
Date: Monday, November 29th, 2010
Addressed to: Indrani, the Demon Queen
ABOMINATION : No greater marker graced a tomb,
The Evil Isle, Sartan's doom,
A barren, windswept granite stone,
The soil where wicked seeds were sown.
A pike grown from a cavern's side,
Wouldst prove the place where Sartai died,
Impaled thereon His children bled,
In hopes to pass in Sartan's stead.
LYCOPOD : The sanguine river runneth deep,
And summons daemons from their sleep,
From ruddy depths a fog didst flow,
And by degrees didst Evil grow.
On blackest winds that fog didst spread,
And strangled flowers in their bed,
So ancient trees gave up their leaves,
Succumbing to that foul disease.
INFERNAL : Then Gaia's trembling hand didst shake,
Beneath Her feet the earth didst quake,
And sealed the world unto its fate,
Releasing fog at thrice the rate.
Behold a Pantheon allied,
And each divinely terrified,
Impotent gods would soon lament,
Lord Sartan, the Malevolent.
An ancient lesson thus retold,
Blood mayest break the bonds that hold,
Through sacrifice is freedom earned,
All power gained and wisdom learned.
FIN
Penned by my hand on the 6th of Mayan, in the year 553 AF.