MYASARA

(prologue - a poem given to the Argent Mirror to promise a gift of poetry)

The peacock throne, wondrous beauty does rule
The Shining City, Elven Jewel
Sunset colour her hair
Eyes of heaven's gaze
Her voice like whispered musical array
May I see this sight once more

Another gift of words from this troubadour

-Talinvor

(The full poem given to the Argent Mirror, to better fulfil his earlier promise.)

Ten and five years ago, reflections upon the deed
Of a peoples recompense of need
Tradition holds to charity
Giving peace and clarity

Shining city, brightly glows
Amid the ladies talk of clothes
Acceptance has granted knowledges' bloom
Even in the darkest gloom

Despite the cries of faithless souls
Has not kept her from her goals
Once again to see beyond
What hate and prejudice has spawned

Jewel upon the crown of lore
Fearful of a state of war
Grants an equal measure of
Support for those she stands above

For in the mirror her reflections gaze
Judges all at the end of days
History remarks in remembered lore

Myasara,
Keeper of Elanthia's accord

-Talinvor