I wrote a poem, a while ago, inspired by the Wyresses. Am I crazy for posting it? Probably. Yet, I love that slice of lore, and Wyrd in general, within this setting so very much.
Nature was our first ministry,
the ever-lasting breath we took.
For ours were the spirits they spoke
from ash, and bone -- unfettered.
And here upon the land will we stand,
all we have to keep thy bonds safe.
Taken and torn, for the wrathful do take;
but, hearts and Names shall always remain.
For we come from them, the dying breaths!
From the beauteous and imperishable,
and to those spirits most cherishable
shall we return -- as we too give our last breath.
Remember me well, my darling Sisters.
For by the winds and by the rains,
I will etch each of your Names;
upon the verdant path I take.
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Anna Caiohme | Sorc Healer
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