A Scholar's Lament

[_RoyalCrafter_ 3193]

One morning, Garedyn The Green carried a stack of freshly purchased books from the market to the Grand Library, for them to be stored and preserved so that the Lore Master Ogradhad could guard them for the future generations of dwarves. As he went his way to librarian's office, everything was eerily still and quiet. He simply thought the librarian was out for a meal, so he continued inside. As he entered it, the sight of the office caused him to drop the books from his hand with his jaw agape. The office was empty, all bookshelves, chests were devoid of tomes. The original publications of books had gone missing. The decades, if not millenia, of effort in restoring, gathering and protecting the original books in the name of the Brathmordkin Ogradhad had vanished in an instant. The hours and days he spent consulting the books for his studies of medicine and his faith remained, but their original, primary sources had disappeared. Those original works written by and for dwedmar were no longer within the protection of Ogradhad. A fury welled up in him, before the cool breeze in the empty library turned his fury into grief. He took some parchment and ink, and began to write.

 

 

A Scholar's Lament
-By Garedyn The Green (Written by VerminHunter)
 

A drought,
A drought from the stream that nourishes the dwed.

A Land,
A land once rich land upon which light can't be shed.

 

The knowledge is gone,
The black swans crow songs,
The dawn wanes withdrawn
The nights growing long.

 

A plauge,
A plauge from which the true is now unclear.

A void,
A void that is now filled with copied smears.

 

The Lore Master weeps,
The sown can't be reaped,
The throas will ring deep,
The wise fall asleep.