"The Leaflet of Zanzifere"
Fore-Sayer of an unnamed tribe
From a forgotten world our peoples traveled
To seek fortune in another life
Leaving behind the famines of wars
Death, disease, and their perilous strife
In new hope the peoples journeyed
To bathe within the unknown light
The darkness took our dreams away
Many evils ruled our world
Scorned by the very Gods we loved
Their favorites put us to the sword
They taken away our treasures
Our heritage, our lore
Thus they gathered themselves against us
And sent the hordes of war
Our warriors stood against their host
Their great valor never failed
Standing strong against the tides of hatred
Their deeds of legendary tales
They fought against the very judgment of the Gods
Whose wrath was brought to battle
Their virtue alone was not enough
As one by one they fell
Upon the blood of brotherhood
Among the bodies of their kin
Our warriors fought so to the last
In a war they couldn't win
They closed their ranks one final time
And met their end as it rushed in
One solitary soul soon stood alone
He dropped his weapons, and he grinned
"I welcome death with open arms." he cried out
"For in each of you, the memory of my peoples live."
The tribes of our peoples scattered
Seeking refuse where none was found
Our once great race victims of our fate
As the darkness dissented down
We huddled together in hidden caves
As the armies burned our towns
Our pride was all that we had left
As our tears were gave to sound
The Sayers looked upward to the stars
To cast our prayers out to the sky
We prayed for solace
We begged, we pleaded, we cried
While within the chaos our numbers dwindled
Our children dying in the night
Then from somewhere out of the darkness
There came forth a single light
Our Gods, though harsh as they were
Had heard the warrior's cry
And in their better judgment
Had deemed him to be right
They called their favorites back from war
Bringing the day onto the night
They gathered together the peoples
Whom they had forced to flight
Giving back to us our heritage
Our knowledge in the skills of trade
They assembled all our peoples tribes
Within a great cavern of a cave
Releasing us of their memory
Of the promises and the things that they once gave
They bid us only "GO!"
As before us a portal thus was made
The people's tears then fell one more time
Unto the world that was once their own
The very ground wetted from the fallen numbers
As the peoples left behind their home
Into the portal's girth they left
In groups, of family, or alone
Taking only their way of life
Into what was yet unknown
Soon the last of the tribes have gone
We stay the final few of Sayers
Never to share in our people's journey
As we protect them with our prayers
Our bones shall here thus turn to dust
Within this great cavern's lair
Among the many items left
The memories of our people's presence here
