THE HAESENI PAPYRUS: VOLUME FOUR

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THE HAESENI PAPYRUS: VOLUME FOUR

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

 

Poem Index

I. Longing

II. The Home I Once Knew

III. Emptiness and Solitude

IV. Skirmish

V. Tranquility

VI. Hogo

VII. Broken Ouroboros

VII. Prodigy

 

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Poems

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I. Longing

 

From the hills upon which I stand

The toils of your life seem far

I wish I could cross the land

And give you my helping hand

 

There is no line in the sand,

But a wall I cannot cross,

Too much time under command,

In time, I will come back grand.

 

By Ser Sterling Percy Amador

 

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II. The Home I Once Knew

 

I do not recognize that I had known,

The voices that once rang,

Now hold silent,

Their tones deafened by the earth.

 

The faces that surround me,

I cannot see those whom I loved,

I cannot see those who loved me,

Not in their features, 

 

Or in the depths of their eyes.

How distant has this place become.

These walls hold no love for me,

No great stories are told,

 

For the words have been strangled,

Fallen still by the passage of time.

I am a stranger, once a friend,

Regarded as if I am shrouded in darkness.

 

It is an odd phenomenon, this fact,

That the words that I write,

Those woven upon the page,

Are more known than I shall ever be. 

 

By Sir Borris Iver Kortrevich

 

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III. Emptiness and Solitude

 

In solitude’s embrace, I dwell alone,

No comforting touch, no gentle hand to hold,

A shadow cast upon my soul’s own throne.

Just emptiness and Silence uncontrolled.

 

Isolation’s icy grip, a heavy shroud,

Longing for connection, but fate unkind,

No voices, no laughter, no friendly crowd.

Loneliness, a constant, haunting bind.

 

In Stillness, I ponder, and memories rise,

Of moments shared, of loves that were once mine,

Their echoes linger, and a bittersweet surprise,

As I navigate this empty space of time.

 

Yet in this emptiness, a light may shine,

A chance to find a path, a new way home,

To break free from the grip of this design,

And embrace the future, no longer alone.

 

By Stefaniya Ipera and Artorius Silva

 

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IV. Skirmish

 

Weapon of war I wield

Trekking through the snow

House banner on my shield

 

Arrows fly across the field

But they all feel so slow

Strike our shields, we don't yield

 

Those injured will be healed

Fury dealt blow by blow

Retribution with steel

 

By Ser Sterling Percy Amador

 

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V. Tranquility

 

Amidst the fields of green and gold,

A gentle breeze begins to bow,

And in its wake the flowers unfold,

Their petals dancing to and fro.

 

The sun begins its slow descent,

As shadows stretch across the land,

And in the peaceful quiet event,

The world seems to hold still, unplanned.

 

By Uknown

 

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VI. Hogo

 

In the library, rows of books stand tall,

A treasure trove for one and all.

Each cover a portal to another place,

 

From classics to mysteries, adventures and more,

The librarian's books hold stories galore.

A haven for those who seek to explore,

In the library, books are a world to adore.

 

Hogo, a name that's rarely heard,

Yet a person with a heart preferred.

With kindness and compassion in spades,

Their selfless deeds never fade.

 

A friend to all, with a smile so wide,

Hogo's presence is like a calming tide.

A beacon of hope in a world that's tough,

Hogo's spirit makes life less rough.

 

When new faces arrive, with confusion and doubt.

Hogo swoops to help, does not shout.

The colour of pink who's hand guides,

 takes player retention in their stride. 

 

By Unknown

 

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VII. Broken Ouroboros

 

As I awaken from my slumber deep,

A realization pierces through my sleep,

I have tread upon these paths before,

In lands that were once known by their own downfalls.

 

From my first breath, it was called Oren,

A place where I learned to love and learn,

Then as I grew and came of age,

Hanseti-Ruska became my stage.

 

As I stepped into my adulthood,

The city of Petra stood, tall and good,

But what is it now, I cannot say,

For time has changed and swept it away.

 

My life, a tapestry woven by fate,

A fabric not of my own create,

I have never found peace and rest,

A constant wanderer on a lifelong quest.

 

Yet I hope to find that elusive peace,

In a life that's free from worldly unease,

But for now, I wander and roam,

Through lands that were once called home.

 

Oren, Hanseti-Ruska, Petra fair,

Each a treasure with stories to share,

But none can give me the peace I seek,

For home is a feeling that I long to keep

 

But one gift I can count on, without fail,

Is the vibrant morning sun, a daily tale,

Of hope and renewal, a promise of light,

A glimmer of peace in an endless night.

 

Perhaps peace is not attained from the earth below,

But from our Heavenly Father, who we must know,

Shall always and forever be our true home,

A place of love and grace, where we will never roam.

 

So I'll keep walking, with faith as my guide,

Through lands familiar, and those that I'll abide,

For in the end, it's not the place that I seek,

But the peace within, that my soul does keep.

 

By Lords Justinian Basrid and Adolphus von Alstreim

 

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VIII. Prodigy

 

See the work of his hands,

Even in one so young.

Each stroke of the quill,

Exactly how it is intended.

 

The depths of his mind,

Something a normal man,

Can only hope to comprehend.

 

By Sir Borris Iver Kortrevich

 

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SIGNED,

 

The Honorable, Justinian Basrid, Count of Susa 

 

The Honorable, Adolphus von Alstreim, Earl of Suffolk, Prince of Sutica

 

The Honorable, Emigliana Maeya O’Rourke, Countess of Halstaig, Baroness of Al’ildic

Lord Borris Iver Kortrevich, VKML

Lord, Ser Sterling Percy Amador, Vice Emmissar

 

Lady, Stefaniya Ipera

Lord, Artorius Silva