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“These Cold Hands” is a poem with very murky origins. Some claim that it comes from [[Jorrhildr]], where a cult of [[Old Gods]] worshippers sees Alu as a man and not a woman. Others state it comes from the Regalian Sewers and the “Sir Death” it refers to is a [[Vampire]]. Regardless of its origin, the tale is frightening enough that many do not tell it to their children. Some, however, do, and it can most commonly be heard in [[New Ceardia]] or aboard ships.
“These Cold Hands” is a poem with very murky origins. Some claim that it comes from [[Jorrhildr]], where a cult of [[Old Gods]] worshippers sees Alu as a man and not a woman. Others state it comes from the Regalian Sewers and the “Sir Death” it refers to is a [[Vampire]]. Regardless of its origin, the tale is frightening enough that many do not tell it to their children. Some, however, do, and it can most commonly be heard in [[Essalonia]] or aboard ships.
 
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*Another possible origin for “These Cold Hands” is a supposed murder that occurred in New Ceardia. Killed by neglectful parents who allowed him to drown, a young boy supposedly made a pact with a demon as he slowly perished, returning with a mask upon his face and a thirst for blood.
*Another possible origin for “These Cold Hands” is a supposed murder that occurred in New Ceardia. Killed by neglectful parents who allowed him to drown, a young boy supposedly made a pact with a demon as he slowly perished, returning with a mask upon his face and a thirst for blood.
*The poem once inspired an [[Ithanian]] artist to paint a horrid scene of the [[Undead]] and a great ruined city. He called it “Âmes Sombres” and proceeded to sell it to a wealthy couple. Their home city was then struck with a widespread case of [[Alaine's Illness]] shortly after this resulting in the painting being burned.
*The poem once inspired an [[Ithanian]] artist to paint a horrid scene of the [[Undead]] and a great ruined city. He called it “Âmes Sombres” and proceeded to sell it to a wealthy couple. Their home city was then struck with a widespread case of illness shortly after this resulting in the painting being burned.
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Revision as of 21:05, 9 January 2022

These Cold Hands
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Literature
Author Unknown
Genre Poetry

“These Cold Hands” is a poem with very murky origins. Some claim that it comes from Jorrhildr, where a cult of Old Gods worshippers sees Alu as a man and not a woman. Others state it comes from the Regalian Sewers and the “Sir Death” it refers to is a Vampire. Regardless of its origin, the tale is frightening enough that many do not tell it to their children. Some, however, do, and it can most commonly be heard in Essalonia or aboard ships.

These Cold Hands

I've heard a tale,
Of a fountain of hope.
It's waters restore,
What we have lost.
Never have I,
Looked for its grace.
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Please, sir Death,
Wait, to reap me.
Spare me, spare me,
Thy ode of demise,
He, prepares his song.
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I grow old, and cold, cold hands,
Grasp and claw at my being.
Please sir Death,
Wait, to reap me.
Harbinger of all,
He waits for his yield.
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This fountain of hope,
May it grace me with youth.
He conducts,
As his agents do play,
His, foul, ode.
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I search, and search,
And have yet, to find it.
The Fountain of Life.
May its waters, grace me.
I grow older, still.
These cold, cold, hands.
-
He has yet to show mercy,
My soul is an ember,
For him to snuffle out.
I search beyond,
To the edges of time,
There do I find a strange spire.
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Please, sir Death,
Wait, to reap me.
Spare me, spare me,
Thy ode of demise.
He, prepares his song.
-
This spire contains,
The strangest of things,
A stone, a hole bored in its core.
From this pit, this endless cavern,
Waters that shine in the sun.
I raise my hands,
To grasp this cure.
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Please, sir Death,
Wait, to reap me.
Spare me, spare me,
Thy ode of demise.
He, prepares his song.
-
With a dying breath,
I lower my hands.
I sip from the glory of God.
My soul is ablaze,
The ember restored.
My being is intact,
Sir Death, I laugh.
-
It wasn't I,
Who had the last laugh,
Sir Death had been waiting,
Planning my doom.
He wanted me dead,
But I rebelled and said,
"Please, show mercy,
I've ventured so far!"
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He shook his head,
Or so I saw.
He raised his hand,
His scythe, of shadows,
Appeared at his very whim.
With one final movement,
He pierced my being,
He harvested the ash of my soul.
-
To this, I warn thee,
Accept your fate.
Sir Death is waiting.
Oh, young boy,
Don't tempt Death.
-
Sir Death is waiting.​
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Trivia

  • Another possible origin for “These Cold Hands” is a supposed murder that occurred in New Ceardia. Killed by neglectful parents who allowed him to drown, a young boy supposedly made a pact with a demon as he slowly perished, returning with a mask upon his face and a thirst for blood.
  • The poem once inspired an Ithanian artist to paint a horrid scene of the Undead and a great ruined city. He called it “Âmes Sombres” and proceeded to sell it to a wealthy couple. Their home city was then struck with a widespread case of illness shortly after this resulting in the painting being burned.

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Writers MiningToBedrock_
Processors MonMarty
Last Editor HydraLana on 01/9/2022.

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