Ode on a Winged Goddess - Doric’s Plea

Written By Jalinar

Oh, Winged Goddess! Mankind Savior, She

First to step upon Artesian Waters.

Alas, Ye! Hearken mortal plea!

Seek such seal, unsought so senseless slaughters.

Oh, Healing Goddess! Salve to wounded souls,

Light on darken paths, effulgent ardor.

Assemble pyres thick as shoals.

Longing legions lulled, lacking larder.

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Oh, Aery Goddess! Flying High above,

Flutter far from frailer fancies. Fleeting,

forgotten lives. Forsaken mortals love.

Clanging swords and Fiery skies. I, kneeling.

Oh, Vital Goddess! Mother Death. Descend,

onto me. A King’s appeal to free Orr.

On stone, I plea, forgo my ascend.

May my blood be spilt for the good of all.

Jalinar