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{{Lore Book
|MW=1
|OB=1
|SR=1
|ON=1
|description=An old poem of the Redguards that deals with the constellations
|poem=1
}}
{{Nst|===An old poem of the [[Lore:Redguard|Redguards]]===|ON=}}
{{nst|T|ON=And t}}he star sung far-flung tales
Wreathed in the silver of [[Lore:Yokuda|Yokuda]] fair,
Of a [[Lore:The Warrior|Warrior]] who, arrayed in hue sails
His charges through [[Lore:The Serpent|the serpent]]'s snare
And [[Lore:The Lord|the Lord]] of runes, so bored so soon,
Leaves the ship for an evening's dare,
Perchance to wake, the coiled snake,
To take its shirt of scales to wear
And [[Lore:The Lady|the Lady]] East, who e'ery beast,
Asleep or a'prowl can rouse a scare,
Screams as her eye, alight in the sky
A worm no goodly sight can bear
And the mailed [[Lore:The Steed|Steed]], ajoins the deed
Not to be undone from his worthy share,
Rides the night, towards scale bright,
Leaving the seasoned Warrior's care
Then the serpent rose, and made stead to close,
The targets lay plain and there,
But the Warrior's blade the Snake unmade,
And the charges wander no more, they swear
{{Book End}}
|MW=1
|OB=1
|SR=1
|ON=1
|description=An old poem of the Redguards that deals with the constellations
|poem=1
}}
{{Nst|===An old poem of the [[Lore:Redguard|Redguards]]===|ON=}}
{{nst|T|ON=And t}}he star sung far-flung tales
Wreathed in the silver of [[Lore:Yokuda|Yokuda]] fair,
Of a [[Lore:The Warrior|Warrior]] who, arrayed in hue sails
His charges through [[Lore:The Serpent|the serpent]]'s snare
And [[Lore:The Lord|the Lord]] of runes, so bored so soon,
Leaves the ship for an evening's dare,
Perchance to wake, the coiled snake,
To take its shirt of scales to wear
And [[Lore:The Lady|the Lady]] East, who e'ery beast,
Asleep or a'prowl can rouse a scare,
Screams as her eye, alight in the sky
A worm no goodly sight can bear
And the mailed [[Lore:The Steed|Steed]], ajoins the deed
Not to be undone from his worthy share,
Rides the night, towards scale bright,
Leaving the seasoned Warrior's care
Then the serpent rose, and made stead to close,
The targets lay plain and there,
But the Warrior's blade the Snake unmade,
And the charges wander no more, they swear
{{Book End}}