Oh, These Beautiful Lands!

Wrought in moonlight a pallid land awaits

Long since fallen with birthed iteration

Stories of lords, kings, bards, maidens conflate

Accursed Kesh! Her dark goddess nation

A country in five pieces sets the stage

Where the woods creep the spirits grow and bloom

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Apparitions rule space between our age

Rest now the times to bow down at king's plume

Follow nought but with folly in thine heart

'less ye embody those of great glimmer

And embrace the grace of goddess restart

With faith allow your soul to be dimmer

To spite the world's blinding vicissitude

With eyes shining ablaze set to conclude

From "Dallathvos and other Stanzas" by Saint Tomevel Raleigh the Suitable