hemomancy 2850 Share Posted March 29, 2021 A new poem, a new day for Miss Mirabella. The true meaning of her words may be unknown. But there is a point to it all, be sure of that. A fire within a city is not an uncommon thing. Hearth’s blaze, and crackle with life. The problem arises when they get out of hand. Buildings burn, shops lose their stock. People lose their livelihoods. And, their lives. As men try to put out the flames. Hopefully, with success. As those who started them watch, They watch with a cruel gaze. A statement they believe they are making, Yet they only cause issues. More harm than words. For words do not take the lives of others. Scorching ardent colors do. A shame, that those who watch may only pray. Pray the troubles stop, and the culprits are caught. For it will end these flames. That are the ends of many other entities. A shame, some men have decided they hold this much power. As to casually attempt take the lives of others. Signed, Mirabella Violet, Court Poet of Haense Spoiler Most Recent Post: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/200255-poems-of-the-iron-accord/ 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
UnBaed 8946 Share Posted March 29, 2021 "When the power of Word loses its strength, you do niet sit in idle silence. You take action," a cloaked woman commented dryly to her companion while sitting upon a wet log, idly picking at the moss. "Anyways, why is Matthieu spelled like that?" 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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