To My Nameless Aguaran Neighbor

Your thoughts opined, your voice has whined
Of all you have tell
The case you plead reveals the love you need
O poor little Razael

Your mother swore she birthed a bore
You possess a certain smell
It upsets the sheep, leads maidens to weep
At the presence of Razael

You assert your rights, you lament your plight
You stand proud of your hold in Hell
We will never know how you will go
You sweet boy, Razael

Cork and paper will delay the maker
From meeting your soul, and well,
Only once do heroes die, with a satisfied sigh
But not you, o Razael.

Pages could be written of how desperately smitten
I am with ringing your bell
But no more shall I write, no more I shall bite
Because there is no clean rhyme with Seiryn.

YH&OS,
Cyric McKraegar

*NOT ELRIC*

I have to admit, while the Gadje are always at each other's throats when it comes to their gods, I never expected it to spill into poetry.

You both have my applause. Now please stop putting these poems up, I have patients to get back to.

Dr. Viktor Solvei

Doctor,

Then stop reading them dingus.

YH&OS,
Cyric McKraegar

These venomous words will only sow discord with potential allies that the king himself extended the proverbial olive branch to. Unless another noble sees fit to allow this discussion to continue. This matter is considered closed.

Cyric,

What can I say, I enjoy poetry, and am easily distracted.

It has also been quite some time since I have been called a Dingus, I do enjoy that insult.

Sincerely,
Dr. Solvei.

P.S. I am now heading back to my patients.

To my adoring Celts,

A Knight has stepped in to end this wonderful rabblerousing; yet his posting was removed and the transgressions against my Church and my character have been allowed to continue when the postings in my favor have been locked by a Baronial Knight. Freedom of Religion clearly is having some issues in logistics. That's unfortunate.

However, this level of hate and distrust has moved me. I have a proposition for you. You will continue poetry and I will publish it. I will pass it amongst my congregation and we will hold a place of honor for you amongst our next mass. If you participate for every poem you donate I will donate a stipend to the 'Save the Highlands' fund.

Every poem you write, every complaint you make, every insult you throw only brings attention to me and my cause. I welcome the conflict, your suffering is delicious, and the darkness grows in every passing moment. I want to meet you, sir. Let us drink and discuss how much you fear the dark days ahead.

Future Savior of the Highlands,

Razael Seiryn