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Some of us must summon the bravery
To venture deep into the wilderness
To consult the gods, the better to see
What has caused their silent, strange bitterness
Our children are melancholy or mad
Our crops offer us no real nourishment
Our animals are diseased; their flesh, bad
Our spines buckle under discouragement
The old rituals and sacrifices
Seem to bore or disgust our deities
No prayer or entreaty suffices
Our king's soul is full of deformities
Do the gods stare at us with awful scorn
Because we have broken the oaths we've sworn?
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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