3. The usual places, Another appears

The usual places, Another appears

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    _Hear me, hear me, hear me all
    Hear of Peltarch since it’s fall
    Hear it’s people, hear them cry
    Hear the echoes from the sky
    Of hope, and terror, pride and fear
    Hear me, hear me, hear me, hear.

    Listen, listen, listen here
    Listen all to what I fear
    I speak of men and women cold
    Who sit on high in thrones of gold
    Who look upon all common folks
    And do not see their harness yokes.

    Closer, closer, closer now
    Closer to me, listen how
    Hope springs up around us all
    For good can come of Peltarch’s Fall
    Three chairs empty, three to fill
    Three names I give, to hope instil.

    Huddle, huddle, huddle near
    Huddle close, and feel no fear
    Zyphlin master of his art,
    Anna, woman of golden heart,
    Sierra, a bard of grand ideas
    These three I think can end our tears.

    Tremble, tremble, tremble not
    Tremble never at our lot
    Power is no-ones to take
    The citizens, a Senate make
    With hope it will soon not be found
    That Banites freely walk around.

    Brighten, brighten, brighten up
    Brighten hearts, lift faces up
    Varid calls for men to serve
    We’ll have the city we deserve
    This humble servant calls for laughter
    Before came fear, now hope comes after.

    Spread now, spread now, spread the word
    Spread the news that you have heard
    Sierra, Zyphlin, Anna too
    These, I think, the faithful few
    My opinion only, friends
    And with that word, this poem ends._

    The Shadow Poet