Tales:The Holy City

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 lked 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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