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Think not of these words that I write,
Or as you read that which I type,
Breathe not a solemn whisper into the night,
Of this text that is inscribed with anything but delight,
See not the meaning of these lines,
As they are engraved deep with my tines,
Hear not the voices in the mind,
That spins webs of thoughts too small to find,
Feel not the touch of honeyed lies,
Covering your skin to attract the flies,
Know not the meaning of this sight,
Take to the winds to flee here like wings to flight.
Or as you read that which I type,
Breathe not a solemn whisper into the night,
Of this text that is inscribed with anything but delight,
See not the meaning of these lines,
As they are engraved deep with my tines,
Hear not the voices in the mind,
That spins webs of thoughts too small to find,
Feel not the touch of honeyed lies,
Covering your skin to attract the flies,
Know not the meaning of this sight,
Take to the winds to flee here like wings to flight.
Literature
Harmourian History
As follows is an exscript from the "Gardeners Book":
Haramour was a priest of Sigmar who saw the corruption within the organization around him. He decided he would take up the works of Sigmar and help in burning out the wickedness within this holy sect.
He started a band of holy knights. to whom he told, "Pluck out the weeds so that the flowers may grow."
He and his "Gardeners" took out the better part of a full fifty man sect of the "Church of Sigmar" before haramour was finally caught.
During his last "weeding of the garden" he was caught in the act of purification by the paladins of the church and was quickly brought
Literature
History Burning
the trick is
to make all believe they inheret a
world all their own
remember to erase the words of the
deceased until
death never existed
and put corpses unburied
into neat containers
under every floor
to lock them up tight is
critical;
panic is the plague in this age
and is it any wonder they forget
with puppet parents
who burn books at christmas?
Literature
Winter's heart
In the beginning of Time, and in the end of Time, a Time long past, and a Time yet to come, there once lived a woman. Gorgeous beyond description, she one day was brought to the attention of T'Hestos, the Power of Fire. When T'Hestos looked upon the mortal woman, he was at once struck by an all consuming love for the woman. At once, he descended from the Lands That Were, into the mortal realm, assuming the form of a gleeman, and entered the poor village that was home to the young woman.
After several days of fruitless searching for the object of his longing, he at last came upon her, in the wood, dancing in hope of attracting one of the Fey.
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