I don't know most of you personally yet, I just recently joined the guild in this time of conflict. I was lucky enough to apprentice myself to a great mentor, who seemed to me much involved in the current events. Recent happenings have disturbed me greatly, and I wrote this song of them.

A Voice in the Wind

Figures and leaders and mercs from shadows
Deception and lies, and guild torn asunder
The truth is ungaugable, but friendship real
Or so was thought by one proud bard

Figures and leaders
None could he trust
Friends torn asunder
Betrayal a must

He warned and he wept
For dismissed were his cries
Lines of battle drawn in riddles
Blood begotten, rash both sides

Moments of history, gliding too fast
A concert for unity, widely praised
Forgotten in a moment, flaring the sides
Rushing to a moment, the choice to be made

The deaths of his friends,
Inflaming his mind,
Flew through the night
To be by their sides

The foulest of waters he dared
Oh, for a lovers’ tale
Puzzles’ solution he craved
Eyes wide open to the fore

For two days his mind
A most terrible storm
The hardest decision
A conscience could make

To pour would mean war
Times of terror most grave
All other choices
Having been made

To not begged the question
Could another instead?
One that did not dare the waters
Or question the deed

One side or the other, so many leapt
Figures and leaders, both so wrong
He sided with Barddom
At terrible price

For his guild he cried, and dared wonder why
“May history forgive me, for what I must do”
The liquid was poured, the line burned clear
“Others will reap, what you have sown”

The burden is his forevermore
So much death in a cause of life
Heart a-breaking, he accepted this lot
Eyes wide open, only to the front

With a roar he ran
Leading them, sword in hand
To blood-soaked streets
Drove back mercenaries’ blades

And as he turned from the carnage
So to they turned on him
His conscience a burden
They wanted no more

Homeward strides the troubadour
Be-daggered back to the war
At least with the hordes,
You know the score.

But though his heart was broken
It is not cast in stone
And if true is the need
Perhaps he shall return

Beloved is his guild
And its members true
And when true is the need
Perhaps he shall return.

Apprentice Sabralee