Tales:The Holy City

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The book is a small, thin manuscript bound in leather with a small cord to tie it closed in the front. The words The Holy City have been burned into the front cover in neat handwriting, and underneath it, "A collection of poetry regarding the Holy City of Regalia, by Thomas Worth."

Pretext

I find myself a connoisseur of good poetry and prose wherever I go. Yet, it seems no matter where I look, I cannot find a single poetry book devoted solely to the City of Light and her divine Emperors. In an effort to change this, I have compiled six of my favorite poems that truly show my appreciation for Regalia and its isles. I now present these to you, my good reader, to take in as you please.

The Holy City

Sight of the City

By Ferdinand Schwartz
I climbed atop the boat that night,
Making my search once more.
I looked around, both left and right,
Little did I see, standing on that deck,
But barren wasteland, split apart by seas.
My dreams were not to be found on this trek,
And my fears were not set at ease.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
I see its glory, distant as a star.
It twinkles, yes! It shines so bright!
Free from those foul Dakkar.
Once I was plagued, but this place is right.
I shall escape, escape I shall,
To a land of glory and honour.
Of my life, this shall be the locale.
True Humanity under one banner.
Regalia is what sits so primal
To the existence I've come to love.
The Holy City, true and rightful,
Here once lived those Gods above.

Divine Ascension

By Ferdinand Schwartz
The Divine Emperor has reached his throne!
Each day, to Him, I lend my praise.
My heart is His, none kept as my own.
My contempt goes out to those that bemoan,
And are not grateful for his merciful ways.
The Divine Emperor has reached his throne!
His death brought grief, but I do not groan,
For he was in the Eye, before the post chaise.
My heart is his, none kept as my own.
He is mighty, his glory has been shown.
Some, though not myself, are blase.
The Divine Emperor has reached his throne!
It saddens me that to some it goes unbeknown,
to others, their hearts are not ablaze.
My heart is His, none kept as my own.
For me, the seeds of passion already are sown,
and my heart is burning with a powerful blaze.
The Divine Emperor has reached his throne!
My heart is His, none kept as my own.

Holy Night

By Gertrude Herrmann
As a setting sun, left a cool night
Creatures with fangs emerge
Guards on duty prepared to smite
Ready to begin a bloody purge
All escapes are blocked
Blood suckers had no way out
Standing there as they mocked
Their heads not yet filled with doubt
Red eyes stared arrogantly
Guards grinned amused by this
As the the Nobles watch elegantly
Listening for that filthy hiss
Blood shot through the air
As guards fought loudly
Fangs were bared with a snare
While evil suffered profoundly
Faces stained with crimson red
A battle continued boldly
More with fangs will soon be dead
Regalia remains forever holy

Regalia

By Gerda Mannifred
Welcome, my fellow creatures,
as we gather here from word of our preachers.
Scaled, feathered, and skinned alike,
let me tell you about the city of light;
It is indeed bright and wealth.
Let me say, even when I was but a welp,
I hardly even knew about what blessings had arisen!
Ports of gold,
and jewels of old,
I spot all those at the docks!
A place of safety, guards and all,
a place where trees grow oh-so tall,
and all of the bad go into locks!
Worry not, the drunken ones,
for a tavern filled to the brim, that's right!
Even when evil or Vamps come with blight,
the Guards leave mercy in amounts of none.
Welcome, all my fellow creatures,
as we gather here from action of our preachers!
Scaled, feathered, and skinned alike,
such is the tale of the city of light.

City of Light

By Adam Hoffman
One warm summer's eve I did fancy
Of a land far in expanse
No troubles nor evil
Nor a vampire in sight
But then what I looked around and saw.
Reminded me of the beauty that is Regalia​

Ode to Regalia

By Rosalie White
On board a ship,
It seems like forever.
The journey to this land
Was quite the endeavor.
Finally, they step on docks
Breathing in the air.
They take in all the commoners,
The nobles, and their flare.
Such a change from their old life
Surrounded by nature, birds, and bees,
Who would've thought
They'd ever leave the safety of their tree?
At first, the change is frightening,
No family or friends,
But after many days and nights
They melt into the blend.
Too soon, vacation comes to an end.
This one really did entertain.
So to Regalia, they say a hearty 'Farewell!'
And hope to come once again.

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