Pre-Dirge

[Kathryn_aka_Kat]

She looks over the parchment appraisingly. Not appropriate for the Thorn Tree, this is no lover's plea or regret or celebration, not even the wail of self-pity that sometimes appears there. A corner of the notice board in the taven seems a better place for it. Nice that the letters to start the lines came out to an even number, too, couplets work so well.

Draeloc, who the crows follow...

Dark man, dark soul, dark follows him
Raking through air with aspect grim,
Anger and pain that's barely borne,
Encased in armor, mantle torn
Like clothes that those in mourning wear
Or worn by one in dark despair,
Cries from amulets tight bound,
Whimper a word, whisper a sound,
Heard by few and helped by none,
Outsiders caught by the butcher son:
The son of Nibar, butcher named,
His darkest deeds on Rhoa famed,
Everywhere there his name a curse
Called by those who know none worse.
Rhoa's night finds daylight here
Or surcease of some pain or fear,
Wishing something, sharing pain,
Seeking something, dragons bane,
Friends with those who follow light
Or cannot bear it, death's delight,
Leader of many, fortune's fool,
Layered in darkness, fate's tool,
Over the years a life ill-served,
Would that he finds a rest deserved.

- K.