To Ledicort de Senna - An Elegy

[Malins Welcome 1519]

To Ledicort de Senna

An Elegy by Fr. James Vursur 
 

And I recall those golden days
Of terror, blood and zeal,
When reared the crowns of Canondom
To crush us under heel

When dreadful, countless, senseless
Stood their Carrion force arrayed
We stood fast on our mountain 
And we took up arms, and prayed.

And the Mercyflame was with us
While Horen's sons were not 
And the Tzadek's benedictus
Which we long have since forgot

For greater, deeper darkness
More confounding than the last
Upon our day of victory 
And all the world was cast

And through the age nocturnal 
We grasp and crawl our way
And another light from Lemon Hill
Has flickered out today.

 

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[Norgeth 1894]

Across the seas, in the glorious island republic of Gilgorgenston, the aging Apostolic-Baron, Cornelius Fellowmere, puffed on a fine Aeldenic cigar, plundered from the open waters. He read the missive and heard of Ledicort's death, the Captain pausing to offer a moment of silence for the fallen Lemonhiller, praying then for those on the distant and ill-moraled mainland.

"GOD of OWYN, GOD of HOREN, GOD of GODFREY, guide them to freedom and righteousness, as it is on the High Seas, the Holy Seas. . . Amen."

[Mescaffier 6197]

Helena, damned to the Hells below, had the briefest pause in her eternal battle – forgotten as she would surely become, she could be glad her husband (who were in a slightly higher realm than she) would not face the same fate.

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Neia thought back to Ledicort's birthday so long ago, where she gifted him a rock.

 

She'd go on to appreciate those stray rocks on the street just a tad bit more.