Hallowed Lands
Carved in the walls of Fort d'Exilles – Date Unknown
Pierre warned about those lands of Columbus before my voyage departed, before the priests confined him.
He shuddered, “The forests will madden you, certain as sin."
How could I go mad? Our crew's welcome was so warm.
“Your heart's desires hide within our roots. Bleed for us, and you will be reborn,” the wise owl whispered to me. The elks agreed.
They guided me true as north.
Inside their sanctuary, I witnessed the heart of God.
Now, the priests proclaim me murderer, liar, craven.
Trapped within my cell, I ponder if that glorious heart bled for the dead, or me.
About the Creator
Matthew J. Fromm
Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of arcane knowledge.
Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
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