When Harper Wed Zhent!

Oh pull up a chair and I'll read you a list,
of names on a page that should not co-exist,
I found it in Sibayad, tacked to a wall,
then quickly removed but I'd read it in full.

For Loslansiran stirred and the night became thick,
and someone decided the cure for the sick,
was Harper and Zhent marching under one sun.
I've seen desperate measures but never this one.

Now Nieri Aetherforge, geared and bright,
stood fast for the city, a champion of light,
and right there beside her in black and in grey,
was Richard the Banite who tortured by day.

Oh the Harpers fight tyranny,
 or so the books say,
the Zhents ARE the tyranny,
 come what may,
ask not what they shared, ask not what they meant.
Just know that in Sibayad, Harper wed Zhent!

Then Atticus Stratlace, so thorough and keen,
declared there were no vampires anywhere seen,
while Lucretia and Annia stood in the square,
with blood on their collars and sand in their hair.

Vestelle Duskmere lurked and pointed out prey,
for Nightreign and Radiant Heart, some would say,
while Eduard above them signed papers with haste,
declaring his pet rakshasa utterly chaste.

Oh the Harpers fight tyranny,
or so the books say,
the Zhents ARE the tyranny,
 come what may,
ask not what they shared, ask not what they meant.
Just know that in Sibayad, Harper wed Zhent!

Oh Zelsamir painted, and Sinaid kept watch,
while Webber the Banite was drinking bad scotch,
and Bell the kenku was spying on cue,
while Aria Aspenleaf said "I had no clue."

Oh the Harpers fight tyranny,
or so the books say,
the Zhents ARE the tyranny,
come what may,
ask not what they shared, ask not what they meant.
Just know that in Sibayad, Harper wed Zhent!

Then Loslansiran vanished and took the night home,
and Harper eyed Zhent standing suddenly alone,
the vampires bit someone, the Banites withdrew,
and Eduard sat counting the friends that he knew.

One rakshasa painting, one husband in sand,
one vizier of monsters with coin in his hand,
so raise up your tankards to unity's end.
In Sibayad's desert, where Harper wed Zhent!

Oh the Harpers fight tyranny,
or so the books say,
the Zhents ARE the tyranny,
come what may,
ask not what they shared, ask not what they meant.
Just know that in Sibayad, Harper wed Zhent!

       Day 17, Month 5 (Mirtul), 189 AR
       ''Sebastian Ryker''