I know poems should traditionally go in the Poetry section, but I feel
that this poem needs to be posted here to ensure it is seen.

My Dear Occultists
What are you now
Once mighty you were
Now Chakrasul's cow?

I once was proud
To call you home
Now I'm glad
That I did roam.

You were once
A thing I adored
Now you are
A thing I abhor

It began slowly
With Syffre's Reign
It was not sloth
But Apathy, his game

Then Nixsa took charge
And things went to pot
Your greed overtook
And your honor forgot

Kerian became Guildmaster
And things got better
Then Myslani came back
Did you all forget her?

Myslani did something
I cannot forgive
She made all of you
For Chakrasul live

What happened, my loves
What have you done?
What is this thing
This horrid thing you've become?

Now contesting Guildmaster
Gets an Outguild instead
Seems Myslani's power
Has gone straight to her head

Dunkins, my brother,
Slew her and see?
Chakrasul came and
Helped Myslani

And wondrous Secora?
The great Propontis
Wasn't she once
The best Head of Novice?

Yes, she HAD been
But she did not work
With Myslani's plan
To become an Indorani Jerk

Oh didn't you hear?
They've got a new name
As if changing names
Would somehow erase Shame

Instead now the Propontis
Is Mikal, I hear
Spends more time with Moyra
than the Novii I fear

I have to say
I think its kind of sick
Someon that old
Sucking on his -lollipop-

Moyra, I love
And Mikal too
But I cannot support
This thing that you do.

Kerian contested
The only Occie
Who I ever saw
Actually lead

And what happened to him?
An OUTGUILD! RIGHTO!
Show's what happens when
You threaten Chakrasul's Show

Severn was Patron
Then he went away
So Niuri Came in
And led us, ok?

Then Myslani decided
As she finished her flagon
To mess it all up
And ride the Chakkie Bandwagon

Now look what I tally
As I walk through the Halls
Rogue Occultists!
Angry, they're All!

Two broken arms, a concussion
and chased by a dragon
All from falling off
Of Myslani's Bandwagon

Sorry Myslani!
You lose the Prize!
And All the respect
You had in our eyes!

I bet that just IRKS you
That you are a shame
To all who once bore
The Occultist Name

I hope you enjoyed it
The lovely Ride
Because now the "Indorani"
Are on a downhill Slide

You've used all your tricks
Your Schemes and your outs
Now you will know what
Retribution is about

I once held you dear
The Occultists one and all
Now I banish you from me
For your idiocy and gall

I know its your purpose
I know its your "Biz"
Niuri's not evil
But Chak sure as hell is

So go back to the CP
Give Golgotha a hug
Remember how he's just
Another hired thug.

He doesn't love you
Neither does Chak for that matter
Though I can live with the form
I despise the latter

So go ahead Myslani
Cheer yourself on
But If you'll look behind you
All your good friends are gone

XOXOXO
Duchess Auvira Lunare, Mystery's Poet
Once Student of the Dark Arts, Auvira
Once Seeker of the Dark Arts, Auvira
Once Auvira Amaratha (novice aide)


Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Severin, in the year 119 MA.