I sound to You, O Goddess!


Memory Alive! Indelible! Mauve Mistress!
She of Tragic Tales and
Bold Stories!

The Heartwood appeals to You in search of
answers of our worth, of a quest You and
only You demanded of us!

The streets of Salma ran as red rivers!
Her High Courts stir with joy and fury!
Our eyes have sighted the ashen-skinned Iad!
The Path herald their charge,
ruthlessly challenging the limits of
their bodies, minds, and souls!

We petition You, O Goddess, and we do so
with blood.

Long an oath between the Heartwood and
Your faithful stands unfulfilled.

No longer!

The Heartwood shall meet Your chosen
Champion upon the hilltop where
the Greensong once sung!
When Sheine howls on the
7th of Lleian
we shall fight, bleed, and die
with a prayer in our fists, Her song in our hearts,
and a dream of a sister forest alive and well!


Witness us! Lexadhra! Goddess of Memory!

Penned by my hand on Gosday, the 3rd of Dharos, in the year 14 AC.