The Une Papers

Oh Human objects of immortal fascination!

Oh terrible flesh of jealousy!

The Eldare are worthy of pity this hour

For Elovanon has come to love with true fervor

The subjects of his Second Creation.

Let us hope pride does not become them as well!

Let us pray the Vengeance follows its course,

Resisting the temptations of the City of Life

And the wiles of the Ten and their King and Queen.

Imaria will find a face for her Light

And Eshemei a weight for the Scales.

Human eyes are closed by the Mirrored Void,

And they rest with the patience due to them.

How long may a human mind not think?

How long can the new human flesh not love?

When there is nothing to look upon

There will be nothing worth our longing.

But in the instant of Revelation, all will change!

Elovanon, Seeker of Power, do you know

What might resides in the Human soul?

Is it entirely unlike the Powers of the Formless?

We cannot trust in this betrayal,

Nor in the Eyes of the Carti.

Should Arfea not know of the coming Doom,

What hope can there be for any Albayain?

Rest, human senses, and dream of sleepless death.

Your father has not prepared you for

The Challenge of the Twelve Brethren.