#elemenai

Isaro! How far, oh, will you go To bend on lent time from tomorrow Borrow The lives of these wizards Combatants of blizzards Atop their fire-breathing lizards

Swordsman! How far, oh, will fight war’s man You deign to speak of my grander plan? Sand Is what these lives account for All of the lords do not see the coming war Flee these phoenixed fires with blade-brandished boor

Isaro! Reshaper of the world on which we row Why are we cast adrift in space and sorrow? Sow Discordant seeds to rip the land asunder Allied yourself with the Lord of Wind and Thunder? My doubt? Unfounded? Truly, kin-of-mine what’s left to wonder?

Swordsman! Be shaped in the world on which we row anew, began You hold too fast to who you were with flame and blame and then Scan At the horizon of opportunities against the dark and light Shadows claw at destruction all in sight All things can burn, even you, against our legion’s might

Isaro! How far, oh, why oh, leave me to sigh To die Rely On you? I’d sooner cry at the Elemenai’s tower Where more than me, than you, holds power My Lord, I’d ask forgiveness – it is no longer yours to give to allow for

Swordsman! Set your sword away, Your actions, let me stay Sway Your thoughts that I have trained over years Reveled over beers Do not succumb to these doubts and fears