A COLD NIGHT | L.M.A.K.

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A COLD NIGHT

A Poem by L.M.A.K.

In honor of those who fell or survived…

 

[!] The City of Valdev during the terrible freeze on the 12th of Snow’s Maiden, 496 E.S.

 

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It was a quiet morning, one peaceful morning... It was cold - a forewarning.

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The children played, the men and women bickered... No one could predict the winds that would turn out so - so  bitter…

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First it was the winds, and then it was the blasting horns... The sound was deafening - a frightening hymn. Then the soldiers started shouting for everyone to get to someplace warm...

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The snow blew fierce and the frost grew nearer... Even the bravest of men showed an ounce of fear. After all, we all want to protect those who we held most dear...

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As people scattered to find a fire, some amongst us fought in every way, even when their position grew more and more dire…

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Those lucky enough to find shelter would survive, for now... While those who met their end, we hold our heads down in a bow...

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But fret not, brave reader. For this was not the end of our story. Sometimes it takes death to realize the real and true glory.

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Our life is hailed as a miracle when we are born. When we live that life we do so dutifully, we are sworn… 

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And soon the time comes when death invites us to come forth. But we Haeseni will never bend down - No! For that is not the spirit of our people. 

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That is not the way of the North…

 

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[!] All who received the poem would notice that tied to it was a beautiful blue orchid. A flower that serves as a symbol of spirituality and peace.