The land of Goran has been ruled for nearly a thousand years by the mighty Amenthis dynasty. However, a fatal fracturing has begun.
Beyond the capital, newlywed pearl diver Vinie kindles the spark of rebellion from the ashes of her life, while outca...
As generous as she is talented (and sweet, and kind, and lovely!) TheSmellOfHome has composed yet another poem for The Book of Terrus, this time concerning the fate of our rose with a stalk of iron, Awenis Saurivic.
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The sorrowful song the bluebird doth sing
Bids the strawberries to hum along
When the rose blossoms of summer do spring
Don't they tremor to hear the song?
Their sister who loved and laughed with them
Who was plucked and tucked away
They remember the thorns along her stem
But also her laughter as she swayed
The noble swans from the pond hear as well
And crane their necks to hear the traveler's news
Like downy feathers their silent tears fell
As the dirge confirmed what their hearts knew
The wild white rose that they all had lost
Has succumbed to the Teeth's cold and frost
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