The Sable Cloak

[Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi]

[A poem is published shortly after the Ides of Subat and the Feast of B'aara. It is widely posted at the Temple of B'aara and copies are provided for its archives.]


The Sable Cloak

A meditation upon the Immolation of B'aara and Her victory over the powers of the Enemy.


Acolyte Amelie of the Sisterhood of the Sibylline Vine
Speaker for Kula

In the Style of the Kulamet
Subat 16, IY 7787

The world through formless age abides;
A sun-baked landscape's barren guise;
And scorching light will not provide;
An answer in worthy reprise.

Upon this lifeless, base expanse;
The Wheel decended, theirs to know;
What should be wrought of this mischance;
And how to mark time's ebb and flow.

Among them foremost kindly heart;
Was wracked with pain to see that there;
Were none to share in sights apart;
From those divines beneath the glare.

O wept She there at canyon's head;
For deep, abiding, lasting pain;
She felt within most holy dread;
B'arra looked close to Her domain.

And found Her suff'ring there had wrought;
A river wide, and something more;
For Life abided with Her thought;
Upon Edutu's mighty shore.

But Pra'raj spread Its curs-ed might;
And cast Its rays in power fell;
To slay Her charge within Its sight;
Return the world to lifeless spell.

But "No!" Said She, compassion's soul;
"My sable cloak shall shield them here;
And I shall burn that they walk whole;
Into this world with meaning dear."

The Enemy could not o'ercome;
Through pain and fire, Mother braved;
To give to Kula's Wyld sight;
The Garden's seed that She had saved.

She joins Her wholesome, thankful peers;
The Wheel takes up Her burden long;
And joy meets suff'ring's sacred tears;
For verdant green shall sing Her song.