Poem
Poems are environmental lore objects founds in The Lord's Labyrinth. They tell of the Ezomyte slave Weylin and how he was betrayed by Chitus Perandus.
I
- The Son of Ezomyr met the Son of Sarn
- Upon the road to the Imperial throne.
- The Eternal offered his cunning,
- His eyes and ears, bought and paid for.
- The Ezomyte offered his strength,
- His sword, earned in the arena.
- A pact was forged,
- With the Labyrinth as witness.
- Two men separated by blood.
- Two men bound by hope.
- Two men, and only one emperor.
II
- The Ezomyte and the Eternal took their rest
- In the lee of strife's gale,
- And remembered the travelled road.
- Beast and fiend had fallen and bled,
- To the Ezomyte's sword, swift and true.
- Trap and trial had risen and succumbed,
- To the Eternal's wits, quick and shrewd.
- Two men had cried their triumph,
- A Warrior and his Guide,
- Whilst other ascendants echoed their pride,
- With anguish and agony.
III
- The Warrior bled upon Izaro's stones,
- And cursed Izaro's ilk.
- He looked upon the walls of his tomb,
- Built by his masters, his enemies,
- And called for the First Ones to carry him,
- To the forest and fields of his Ezomyr.
- Yet while the First Ones remained silent,
- The Guide did speak
- Of secrets planted by clever hands
- Enslaved by gold.
- And with one such secret,
- Plucked the life of the Warrior
- From the First Ones' jaws.
IV
- A Guide, cornered and quailing,
- A Warrior, watching,
- The moment bathed in the shadow
- Of doubt,
- Of ambition,
- Of an imperial throne.
- And a people made free
- By an Emperor of Ezomyr.
- The Warrior threw off that cold and cloying shadow,
- And struck down the slavering beasts.
- The Guide looked to the Warrior
- With gratitude in his eyes.
- And spoke of doubt,
- Of ambition,
- Of an imperial throne,
- And a people made free
- By an Emperor of Sarn.
V
- The Guide led the Warrior down a path
- That wound and twisted
- Through fields of blossoming promises.
- Green-bladed hopes.
- The Warrior closed his eyes.
- A mere moment
- To feel the warmth of the sun on his back,
- And to drink from the Guide's proffered flask.
- Now the Warrior staggers and crawls
- Down the wounded, tortured causeway.
- The bitterness stings his weeping eyes.
- The fire roars in his belly,
- Consuming him.
- The Warrior will not ascend.
- Instead he hunts.
- Guided by his love for Ezomyr.