Poesy, a Compilation in the Noble Baz'eeli Tradition

[Your Majesty]

The works collected herein are attributed to Academic Traditionalist & Aspiring Pundit, Aaushi of Sandstone College, Ephia's Well, and others.

Inclusion into the Great Sandstone Index (1st Edition) attributed to Academic Philosopher & Disciple of Flow, Jordan Clearcreek.

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Volume I: ...of the Wheel and its Nine Divine Spokes.


In the great cosmic tapestry, the world spins as a Wheel,
Nine spokes hold it fast - each a divine seal.
Goddesses and Gods, their essence threads into a weave,
In their hallowed holy names, we find what truths we can perceive.

B'aara, the Mother, the first spoke of the Wheel,
Her love nurtures all, a quenching force through which we heal.
She shrouds the sky to spite Pra'Raj, Her Tears in tender hues,
In Her embrace life flows unstemmed, perpetually renewed.

Agaslakku, the Warrior, the wheel's steadfast might,
How His courage glimmers, a beacon in the night.
He stands first at the fore; His spirit never quails,
By His brash resolve and strength, our shields can never fail.

The third spoke is Izdu, the Magi, with Wisdom's cryptic key,
His Knowledge fills the world, all Truth without Him hard to see.
He weaves His spells and messages by light of distant stars,
In His arcane arts a guide to realms both near to here and far.

Kula, the Wyld, the Wheel's unfettered heart,
O how Her essence pulses where Wyld dwells apart.
She whispers in the wind, dances in the flame,
Through Her untamed and lively spirit, we are all the same!

Gellema, the Sabotage, the fifth spoke's sly grin,
Her chaos teases order, a paradox within.
She disrupts the pattern, the unexpected He unfurls,
In His uneasy jest, how the wheel of fate, it whirls.

Now Warad the Wanderer, 'round Wheel's edge He strides,
His warding footfalls guard the routes where peaceful trade reside.
He journeys to the unknown, maps the stars in the sky,
Where Warad's image greets the dune, the thrill of yearning lies.

Kalim & Gamil, the Martyrs, their sacrifice the seventh spoke,
How their devotion rings clear, a silent oath invoked.
One to stay and One to leave - a testament of love,
By their memory and judgement, all peoples rise above.

Urazzir, the Wroth, the eighth spoke's raging storm,
His fury tears asunder all in aid of the forlorn.
He roars in the thunder, in the tempest's maddened strife,
With His wrath do we confront the grief of stolen life.

Last, the Wyrm, both vile and profound,
Its hungry maw encircles, here, where truth comes unbound.
It coils in the depths, ever patient for the end,
In tandem with Its silence, the wheel's last turn begins.

This great Wheel of existence turns by every God's decree,
B'aara, Agaslakku, Izdu, Kula, Gellema, Warad, Kalim & Gamil, Urazzir, and the Wyrm - the shadow.
Through their divine essence, the fabric of the world is spun.
In their names, the world's tale is eternally begun.

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Volume II: ...of the Primary Celestial Caravans and the Paths They Reveal.


In the vast expanse of the cosmos, where time and space intertwine,
Six constellations stand as sentinels, their divine light does shine.
Jaguar, Scarab, Trout, Eagle, Parrot, and Rat, each a celestial guide,
Leading caravans to realms unknown, where their earthly counterparts reside.

Behold the Jaguar, its silhouette ablaze against the cosmic cloth,
It leads us through the emerald labyrinth, where shadows dance and froth.
In the heart of Bel-Ishûn, the Jaguar finds its abode,
In the constellation's light, we tread this long-lost road.

Next arises the Scarab, a glisten 'midst the desert's hush,
Drawing paths to the dunes where hidden life thrives in the brush.
'Neath the shifting sands, the scarab weaves its tale,
In its constellation's path, we pursue this sun-kissed trail.

The Trout then flickers, a silver streak in Edutu's pale night,
Guiding to lands where waters whisper, and sacred mists rise in the light.
By sparkling brook, the trout is seen dancing with the dawn,
In this constellation's glow, we journey forward, parched and drawn.

The Eagle ascends, a sovereign of the sky, its stars shimmering in might,
Pointing to the peaks, where the winds sing of flight.
Upon these heights, the eagle rules, free and unrestrained,
In its constellation's strength, the summit is attained.

The Parrot next unveils, a splash of color on the night's canvas,
Leading to isles 'midst the vastness, where plays life's symphony.
Among the emerald leaves, the parrot's song fills the air,
By this constellation's colour, the sea grows calm and fair.

Last, the Rat emerges, a warning of its distant cage,
Fleeing from Qa'im's dark pulse, where blasphemers hold sway.
From this labyrinth the rat scurries, a whisper in the din,
In its constellation's faded light, we augur only sin.

These divine markers, etched upon the sky, chart our travails and our tests,
Through the realms of Jaguar, Scarab, Trout, Eagle, Parrot, and Rat, we are blessed.
In the constellations' glow, we find our path, a journey in the divine art,
Guided by the stars we follow, there, where these creatures impart.

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Volume III: ...of the Parable of Charity, or How Baz'eel Became Most Glorious in the Wheel

In the great desert city of Baz'eel,
Where wealth and opulence were very real,
Live the Ashfolk, a humble and kind-hearted clan,
Who understood the virtue of lending a helping hand.

In this bustling city of dinars and jewels,
The meek and the poor were oft thought as fools,
But between those in need and those with excess,
Was a lesson in which the Ashfolk invest.

A parable they shared - one son, unassuming,
Whose mind was enlightened and heart's light ilumined,
Did share dinars freely, without any greed,
And found his wealth growing with each noble deed.

For when he gave to the poor and the needy,
His blessing of prosperity grew more freely,
The more that he shared, more abundance he found,
His station and wealth expanding all 'round.

Word of this generous man quickly spread,
And as one, the people of Baz'eel turned their heads,
They marveled at his fortune, his status and fame,
And they realized the prize only charity claimed.

The wealthy, too, began to understand,
That giving generously could expand their own land,
For 'twas in the act of giving they found,
The growth of their influence was most profound.

The streets of Baz'eel were a sight to behold,
As the spirit of giving began to unfold,
The families of Coin, inspired by one son,
All embraced charity, together as one.

The city thrived as this cycle continued,
The rich giving freely, all misgivings soothed,
With the understanding that in giving, they'd gain,
Not just material wealth, but respect and acclaim.

And so, the parable of Baz'eel's grace,
Teaches us the value of charity's embrace,
For in giving much, we sow the seed,
That sprouts into wealth yet overcomes greed.

So mind well the lesson of this Ashfolk's tale:
Strive hard to give well and you shall not fail -
For in charity lies the secret, you see,
To a prosperous and harmonious society.