Remember We The Lost; or, Sister-Mine

[Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi]

[A small pamphlet is published, though its circulation is largely limited to the Priory and the Lost Hearth, and it is most often handwritten by the pen of one of the Acolytes. On one side of the page, a Sibylline Sister is depicted in a print of a rough woodcut, head bowed, facing away from the viewer. The Garden is all around her, and one of her feet is set forward, striding into the foliage. On the other side is the poem itself.

It is included in a collection of the author's works.]


REMEMBER WE THE LOST

or, Sister-Mine.

Sister Amélie of the Sisterhood of the Sibylline Vine
Speaker for Kula

First Edition
Pub. Nisah 2, IY 7789.

In remembrance of Sister Zoe.


Lament the loss of one that shone; That hailstorm, bitter took.
And curse the day the sleet was blown; About the field that shook.

My blood attending, sister-mine; Was there among the fray.
But lost she I, to foul design; No more there could we stay.

Her fate is not upon the stele; The end is not yet set.
The day in service soon will tell; And I shall see her yet.

As Paradise awaits.