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A Morag Tong ended my father's life


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Influence on mundane halls sparks envy in all houses.
My family has enemies, many foes bring honour.
Envy is great and eats the peace, Mephala saw it coming.
And brought to us word, blade and loving for that matter.

My father, the important man, was leader of my house.
Not small not big, but great enough to draw some enemy.
An argument of right commerce, art, or another cause,
Led to my father's public end, dark blood, noble fatality.

A Morag Tong ended my father's life, for all eyes to see.

What honour was bestowed on us, was bestowed on me?


Fetcherless the market day, three men in arms and bones,
Guarded my father certainly, along his sons and me.
Out of the all the sudden, a blur of dance of swords well honed,
jumped from the rows of merchant stalls, slaves and ebony.

The battle-call of bonemold guards made slaver merchants freeze.
But fear, surprise and mystery were in the hearts of them all.
Tong's altadoon swerved the armed guards, great skill and ease,
And found a home in my father's heart, shock, I watched him fall.

A Morag Tong ended my father's life, for all eyes to see.

What honour was bestowed on us, was bestowed on me?


Wrath, wrath, wrath! My heart of pain, loud my battle-call.
The guards went after Morag Tong, shadows were his way.
Mephala guides and guarded him, as she guards us all.
Father's death brought pain and truth, and truth is here to stay:

Our influence, it grew too large and made enemies uneasy.
They feared the might of our house and feared my father, too.
Morag Tong proved my father´s sway, close to victory.
We would have changed the order here, for me, for all, for you.

But peace is sacred, as the sacred east, sacred to us all.
The rise of our house, the outcome would have been a war.
My father, a mere sacrifice for future peace, hear my silent call.
He is dead, family sad, but my heart bears no scar.

A Morag Tong ended my father's life, for all eyes to see.

What honour was bestowed on us, was bestowed on me?


Father's spirit guards the waiting door, the family's shrine.
A beacon for the future dead, mortal chill is for the crier.
My family sees him everyday, there is no need to whine.
Summoned his spirit fights for me, guardian, ghost and fire.

My father was most honourable, important enough to die.
Morag Tong proved his worth, and mine, clear and brief.
There is no end more desirable, as to die for peace.
If Morag Tong comes to your family, I hope this eases your grief.

A Morag Tong ended my father's live, for all eyes to see.

What honour was bestowed on us, was bestowed on me?

Dunmeri Poem, by an anomynous lesser noble
This post was last modified: January 15th 2014, 04:49 AM by Idriar


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