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Poem of Transformation by Akrea

Merit for January 2016

Long ago, when the Basin was young
the Voices of Creation hath sung
Many beautiful things were made
Cities were formed as they played

Magnagora was one of these few
Where culture and population grew
Scientists and scholars arrived
and thus the city began to thrive.

On that day the Emperor spoke
The scholars thoughts were provoked
To transverse to the Supra Plane
For power he wished to gain.

Little did we know what was there
The group was without a prayer.
So forth did the Taint come down
With force enough you could drown.

The people screamed and began anew
With more changes than they knew
Their minds were torn and ripped askew
And skins they took a darker hue.

From the living we were tossed
The empire of Celest was lost.
How much did the mistake cost?
Our trust with them was crossed.

Now we reach the modern day
Still respected, what can I say?
Thus we find enemies to slay
Leave their corpse, dead and grey.

Hath my words reached to thee
Of Magnagora's early history.
Progression never goes stale
Rest assured, we will not fail.