Farewell (Poem)

For those that worked hardest still, I demonstrate I do not intend you ill,
Though much seen before you is a broken lot, not all was destroyed without second thought.

First the Pontiff most high, a knowlege have in your hands of elves unwise.

To the sister of fiendish blood with us you did start, I offer you books that set you appart,
Yes too a bomb that might spew, and a foot note containing means to collect secrets I knew.

Then a sister whose charm is most unique, I expect serpant secrets she would dearly keep,
A mirror whos reflection does live, a Serpant of shadow that serves Dendar meals still.

For a sister whose old family would beget this night, I suspect this end was beyond even your sight,
Yet tis not a shame that I leave you with this soul to your name, Take care what you peek in these broken streaks of steel.

To one and all that remain I can not ease your pain, but to all I will pay a wyrmling for you to tame.

At this point I expect for some to lay upon me blame, I will not accept your victim-hood claims,
If the time has not waned too long out of frame, there still lies the chance to witness my egress,
One final trick one final trial, I will leave upon this world a mark that balance is fragile,
Upon a barran landscape, past lost legion capes, outside the reach of frozen wastes,
A sandy place of shades not so far from fiendish gate, Out where most souls time do not waste,
There lies the secret of my great escape.

       Day 24, Month 11 (Uktar), 171 AR
       "Traveller"