[A shorter poem is published in the Well in a familiar, rough-pressed style.]
Tlonsiyya
or,
The Ambassadors
Acolyte Amelie of the Sisterhood of the Sibylline Vine
In the Style of the Kulamet
Subat 12, IY 7787
Second Edition
Unto the sands in holy count;
The eight set out and sought without;
Upon their shoulders standing fast;
A hope that peace should stay and last.
The measure of the tale they weave;
Is works most fine, and music breve;
That lengthy note shall echo long;
And weave for us harmonious song.
That we shall set to desert's stage.
Ambassadors we name them now;
These eight whose burden we allow;
To carry forth our Wellspring home;
That greatness marks in Izdu's tome.
And welcome we their joyous news;
That those once spurned shall now excuse;
All bitter works hithertofore;
And pass with us through friendship's door.
In echo through the coming age.