By Ray Torve '03

Three ages past by Wizard creation
Clad in black they deliver justice keen
Bearing long hair to show their high station
They are feared and unwelcome when they're seen.
Invoke Con Dar magicks from light and dark,
They add to love, so that no thoughts remain
Of the victim's old life, not one shy spark
A hard job served, to the people's distain
Hid behind a stoney face, lies great pain
Trained by their mothers from birth, they were made
Their magicks breed what's true, purely plain
Killed by the Quads their harsh memories fade
And the Mother Confessor dressed in white
Defending Midlands, truth, good and what�s right.

SCREELING SONG

The screelings are loose and the Keeper may win.
His assassins have come to rip off your skin.
Golden eyes will see you if you try to run.
The screelings will get you and laugh like it's fun.

Walk away slow or they'll tear you apart,
And laugh all day long as they rip out your heart.
Golden eyes will see you if you try to stand still.
The screelings will get you, for the Keeper they kill.

Hack 'em up, chop 'em up, cut 'em to bits
Or else they will get you while laughing in fits.
If the screelings don't get you the Keeper will try,
To reach out and touch you, your skin he will fry.

Your mind he will flail, your soul he will take
You'll sleep with the dead, for life you'll forsake.
You'll die with the Keeper till the end of time.
He hates that you live, Your life is the crime.

The screelings might get you, it says so in text.
If the screelings don't get you the Keeper is next,
lest he who's born true can fight for life's bond.
And that one is marked; He's the pebble in the pond.

LUNETTA'S CHANT

From earth to sky, from leaves to roots,
from fire to ice, and soul's own fruits.
From light to dark, from wind to water,
I claim this spirit and Creator's daughter.
Till the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
till the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash,
this one be mine.
I cast her gnomon into a sunless glen,
and pull this soul beyond it's umbra's ken.
Till her tasks be done and the worms be fed,
till the flesh be dust and the soul has fled,
this one be mine.

Cock's hen, spiders ten, bezoar then, I make a thrall stew.
Oxgall, castor and caul, I make a chattel brew...

TRIUMPH

Came the visions of icy beauty,
from the land of death where they dwell.
Pursuing their prize and grisly duty,
came the thieves of the charm and spell.
The bells chimed thrice, and death came a-calling.

Alluring of shape through seldom seen,
they traveled the breeze on a spark.
Some fed twigs to their newborn queen,
while others invaded the dark.
The bells chimed thrice, and death came a-calling.

Some they called and others they kissed
as they traveled on river and wave.
With resolve they came and did insist:
every one touched to a grave.
The bells chimed thrice, and death came a-calling.

Roving to hunt and gathering to dance,
they practiced their dark desires
by casting a hex and a beautiful trance,
before feeding the queen's new fires.
The bells chimed thrice, and death came a-calling.

Till he parted the falls
and the bells chimes thrice,
till he issued the calls
and demanded the price.
the bells chimed thrice and death met the
Mountain.

They charmed and embraced
and they tried to extoll
but he bade them in grace
and demanded a soul.
The bells fell silent and the Mountain slew them
all.
And the Mountain entombed them all.

THE RAHL DEVOTION

Master Rahl guide us. Master Rahl teach us. Master Rahl protect us.
In your light we thrive. In your mercy we are sheltered.
In your wisdom we are humbled. We live only to serve. Our lives are yours.

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