#poems from Alsahra

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A Paladin's Remorse

I watch blood drip from shining steel As widows and orphans scream Over righteous proselytizing zeal

Where is God in this hell we have wrought? Where is Deuhiim's divine loving grace? Where is His Holy embrace?

Is it in the ditch we set the pyre? Is it laced in the corpse scented plumes? Is it in their temples we set fire?

"Blessed, are thou, who share My love!" "O'believer! Through faith you are set free!" "Rest, ye weary, under My palm's canopy."

Words I read with starry eyes of youth Were hallow lies of hate and ire Peddled as divine words of truth

If this work of mine be the work of God If it truly be His sacrement Let me burn in the fires of Infernal torment.

    -Unsigned poem from a Paladin, serving in Deutoria's Divine Legion. Discovered under his hanged corpse, somewhere in the Vuhn'dahar Mountains.

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Nestled on the banks of Midoshi Beneath fervant green We drank of ourselves Lilted sips of wine from Lēsse

In the flicker of a moment Gazing deep into your eyes I watched an astral current Ebb and begin to rise

And in this stellar anomaly I saw a piece of eternity So radiant and bright My soul morphed in its Resplendent light

I saw a sea of stars so beautiful And far I could be the celestial Leün god, Ao'lar Or the heavenly dragon Tira'Kah Then to your Earth I fell With the same carnal desire That sired The mighty Ko'atl

You are the divine From across every sea So resplendent and sublime You threaten to devour me In the sacred flames that Burn throughout Time

The heat of your Transcendent soul Will keep me warm No matter how far I have to go

Remember me Sweetly For I will never Forget You

~unsigned poem by a traveling scholar from the Scottsdale College of History, Literature, and Lore in Pradjmita Vela~

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Primordial brimstone

Of a world reduced

To ash

Whispers of rebirth

After cataclysmic

Collapse

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Tear down the Firmament

Force Paradise to be

In this hellscape

Of Creation

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Let the Righteous gaze upon

What their past lives

Have wrought

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In the forest

Through the trees

Dwells an ancient

Prophecy

Slumbering

In anticipation

For Awakening

And what revelation

It will bring

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I see your face In smoke Dancing Atop my lotsuah pipe

Oceans in your eyes Drown me Deep In aphotic depths

Vines of your hair Choke me Tangled Drunk on orchid scent

Gaze of dagger's blade Stab me Impaled Never to have left

But here I sit Heart beating Alone With a deserter's regret

-poem recovered from the diary of Wei Haiaçhi: legendary hero, and unifier of the Four Noble Houses of Xiulan-

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A clash of steel

Stars of sparks

Flint spit from spiteful strikes

Blades sink into soft skin

Broken bones blugeoned

Under brute force

Blood fueling

Insatiable greed

And

Tyranny

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A thousand arms writhe

In a sultry dance

Of Mass Destruction

Clearing slate to canvas

For a new Divine Creation

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The Professor preached

Of lofty ideals

Just outside our reach

While in the den

Of mortal men

Haunted by his own

Immoral deeds