Poetry

Simon, a young Tremere scholar was given possession of the hardbound tome
that was inscribed in raised characters, giving evidence to his theory that
a certain blind Tremere might have written it. After extensive study of the
volume, Simon discovered a "coded" message amid the convoluted and
repeating passages. Translated into english the message is this:



"For you I shall weave a tapestry of eyes
bordered by golden thread,
sanctified by my heart's blood red.
To prove my faith I shall stitch your name,
warrior divine, cloud shaper, slayer of the flame.

Love's arrow brings a king to his knees.

Winter nears, again turning the wheel of lies.
We can never be free, we are drowned in tears
over and again, through all the years.
Centuries turning into dust with every spin,
as Satan's chosen slaves, we cannot win.

Despite my nature, I cannot ignore your pleas.

My spell is cast, your heart bleeds and dies.
Cold and entombed, though not forever I foresee,
so I weave this tapestry, and seal it with a key.
I see the pain in your face and feel it reflected in mine,
never together, we are yet forever entwined.

Wait for my return, when cold blood finds release."


Poetry