Poem

s are environmental lore objects founds in The Lord's Labyrinth. They tell of the Ezomyte slave Weylin and how he was betrayed by Chitus Perandus.

I

 * The Son of Ezomyr met the Son of Sarn
 * Upon the road to the Imperial throne.
 * The Eternal offered his cunning,
 * His eyes and ears, bought and paid for.
 * The Ezomyte offered his strength,
 * His sword, earned in the arena.
 * A pact was forged,
 * With the Labyrinth as witness.
 * Two men separated by blood.
 * Two men bound by hope.
 * Two men, and only one emperor.

II

 * The Ezomyte and the Eternal took their rest
 * In the lee of strife's gale,
 * And remembered the travelled road.
 * Beast and fiend had fallen and bled,
 * To the Ezomyte's sword, swift and true.
 * Trap and trial had risen and succumbed,
 * To the Eternal's wits, quick and shrewd.
 * Two men had cried their triumph,
 * A Warrior and his Guide,
 * Whilst other ascendants echoed their pride,
 * With anguish and agony.

III

 * The Warrior bled upon Izaro's stones,
 * And cursed Izaro's ilk.
 * He looked upon the walls of his tomb,
 * Built by his masters, his enemies,
 * And called for the First Ones to carry him,
 * To the forest and fields of his Ezomyr.
 * Yet while the First Ones remained silent,
 * The Guide did speak
 * Of secrets planted by clever hands
 * Enslaved by gold.
 * And with one such secret,
 * Plucked the life of the Warrior
 * From the First Ones' jaws.

IV

 * A Guide, cornered and quailing,
 * A Warrior, watching,
 * The moment bathed in the shadow
 * Of doubt,
 * Of ambition,
 * Of an imperial throne.
 * And a people made free
 * By an Emperor of Ezomyr.
 * The Warrior threw off that cold and cloying shadow,
 * And struck down the slavering beasts.
 * The Guide looked to the Warrior
 * With gratitude in his eyes.
 * And spoke of doubt,
 * Of ambition,
 * Of an imperial throne,
 * And a people made free
 * By an Emperor of Sarn.

V

 * The Guide led the Warrior down a path
 * That wound and twisted
 * Through fields of blossoming promises.
 * Green-bladed hopes.
 * The Warrior closed his eyes.
 * A mere moment
 * To feel the warmth of the sun on his back,
 * And to drink from the Guide's proffered flask.
 * Now the Warrior staggers and crawls
 * Down the wounded, tortured causeway.
 * The bitterness stings his weeping eyes.
 * The fire roars in his belly,
 * Consuming him.
 * The Warrior will not ascend.
 * Instead he hunts.
 * Guided by his love for Ezomyr.

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