Opusculus Perse-Mepasir Thixur-des
A short, traditional piece on the Unwilling Bride of the Saenochs
Inscribed by Professor Iaoth of Mellivale University
Translation by Mellivale University Press; 914 domini kalendarium
From Cimozar went her blessing to those
who held her high; lived as she did command.
Child Mepasir - Lunar-Cimozar's rose -
on maiden visit brought the gift to Land.
Blessed was her honest beauty, cursed by Him.
Light of white was mist of blue, burning fire
scorched the devout. Sweet Mepasir took most
of the twisting within her. The Curse Sire,
old Lalith, saw her marked and like a ghost
she knew his possession and was stolen.
With no Land to dictate her wicked form,
nor Plateau nor Abyss in Hunger's Rattle,
Cimozar's rose would not change. Even Storm
of Menti would run in fear. Lost the battle
did her beauty. A beast she became.
Scaled like a serpent with a rattling tail.
Patched with wool of a canine showing through.
Shrieks of eldritch creatures did she wail
as Lariat of Violation flew
through her palms, cutting away her freedom.
Mother Cimozar knew her pain. Her scream
filled the night air as the cold, bleeding winds.
Side by side stood Saenochs all; white light's beam
pierced Hunger's Rattle. Mother's patience had thinned
from Lalith's act and she would put it right.
And yet the Bloodied Rose refused to move
when Cimozar cut the chain from her neck.
With her new form, for herself she did prove
she had her own power; she was not a wreck
of a Saenoch. Mepasir found her role.
The newest Saenoch stayed at Lalith's side
through blood and pain from his violation,
for behind his back Lalith's Unwilling Bride
is a glowing beacon of salvation.
He cannot be in two places at once.
His ravage and torment all goes to her,
for the Saenoch of the Scapegoat takes pain
from mortals. In Mepasir's name, burn myrrh
with willow bark and goat horn. Torment's bane
will take your troubles and feel them herself.