CRA - CRE

[Nex Ut Fidelis]

Posted upon the shelf in the University of Ravenswatch labeled CRA - CRE is as follows, written in deep red ink.

I tell you now a tale of rage,
of darkness, and of hate;
A story of the endless age
of destiny - of fate;
A fable of a fool and sage,
the Merely and the Great...
With this pen I set the stage
for Creteus, the Late.

What words be said are not allowed
So plug your ears or damn mine voice:
Your petty morals make it loud
For Freedom and For Choice.
What things be thought are not unknown
But strange in vision, nonetheless -
For such truths are not let shone...
To Lie is made To Bless.

And so I speak against your will
But regret, against my own -
A child's at the windowsill
Where he smiles alone
For the death of Creteus,
a Tyrant and a Saint -
who stood once with Arghivius
As guardian of the Taint.

But Nergal has yet to grasp
This liar's bony soul
For his flesh is still alive -
But he will pay his toll.
This child grew into a man
And those men are now we...
This marks the end of Creteus,
Mark the words of me.



I tell you now a tale of stone
and frozen-over hell;
A story of a bygone throne
upon a bloody well;
A fable of a light unshone
above an unsung bell;
And with this pen I set the stage
For Creteus to fell.