Shamad stretched and walked to the front of the beast. He was on a Dunesfolk caravan to Limsa Lominsa. It was slow but it was also safer than walking. He sat in a seat behind the driver. He opened the journal he was writing in. He wrote in it to organize his thoughts. He was writing a story in it about a psychotic Lalafell from a faraway island who found an amulet that makes him kill. It made him feel better to write this stuff. It was very cathartic. On the back cover he was writing a poem. He read it again.
'The Color of Trust'
Give me your Trust, said the Seedseer with a sigh
For on my shoulders I support the sky
Trust me to know and to do what is best
And I will take care of the rest
But Trust is the color of a dark seed growing
Trust is the color of a hearts blood flowing
Trust is the color of a Souls last breath
Trust is the color of Death
Give me your trust said the queen on her throne
For I bear the burden of ruling alone
Trust me to lead and to judge and to rule
And no man will think you a fool.
But trust is the sound of a grave dogs bark
Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark
Trust is the sound of a souls last breath
Trust is the sound of death
Give me your trust, said the king on high
Our people shall triumph, our enemies die
Trust me to reign with an iron hand
And peace will prevail in our land
But trust is the scent of an open grave
Trust is the scent of an unwashed slave
Trust is the scent of a souls last breath
Trust is the scent of death
Give us your trust said the Lady and Lord
We will protect you by law and by sword
Trust us to keep your land safe and secure
And We shall ensure it endures.
But trust is the touch of a knife in the back
Trust is the touch of the ropes on the rack
Trust is the touch of a souls last breath
Trust is the touch of death
Give me your trust said the Love of your life
I'll be your lover and I'll be your wife
Trust me to love you and stand by your side
As mother of your children, and your bride
But Trust is the taste of a poisonous cup
Trust is the taste of a life given up
Trust is the taste of a souls last breath
Trust is the taste of death.
Give us your trust said the Gods in the sky
Be faithful enough and you will not die
Trust us to help you when on your quest
And your enemies will die like the rest
But trust is the sight of a hangman's noose
Trust is the sight of an enemy let loose
Trust is the sight of a soul's last breath
Trust is the sight of Death
Give me your trust said your friend in war
Together we can even the score
Trust me to always have your back
And we can survive the attack.
But trust is the fear of being left to die
Trust is the fear of an unknown spy
Trust is the fear of a soul's last breath
Trust is the fear of death
It was crude but he liked it. It reminded him of events in boot camp. He rubbed the scars on the back of his hands. While he did the scars glowed a little. He could feel the crystals moving around inside. He didn't like them. Not at all.
'The Color of Trust'
Give me your Trust, said the Seedseer with a sigh
For on my shoulders I support the sky
Trust me to know and to do what is best
And I will take care of the rest
But Trust is the color of a dark seed growing
Trust is the color of a hearts blood flowing
Trust is the color of a Souls last breath
Trust is the color of Death
Give me your trust said the queen on her throne
For I bear the burden of ruling alone
Trust me to lead and to judge and to rule
And no man will think you a fool.
But trust is the sound of a grave dogs bark
Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark
Trust is the sound of a souls last breath
Trust is the sound of death
Give me your trust, said the king on high
Our people shall triumph, our enemies die
Trust me to reign with an iron hand
And peace will prevail in our land
But trust is the scent of an open grave
Trust is the scent of an unwashed slave
Trust is the scent of a souls last breath
Trust is the scent of death
Give us your trust said the Lady and Lord
We will protect you by law and by sword
Trust us to keep your land safe and secure
And We shall ensure it endures.
But trust is the touch of a knife in the back
Trust is the touch of the ropes on the rack
Trust is the touch of a souls last breath
Trust is the touch of death
Give me your trust said the Love of your life
I'll be your lover and I'll be your wife
Trust me to love you and stand by your side
As mother of your children, and your bride
But Trust is the taste of a poisonous cup
Trust is the taste of a life given up
Trust is the taste of a souls last breath
Trust is the taste of death.
Give us your trust said the Gods in the sky
Be faithful enough and you will not die
Trust us to help you when on your quest
And your enemies will die like the rest
But trust is the sight of a hangman's noose
Trust is the sight of an enemy let loose
Trust is the sight of a soul's last breath
Trust is the sight of Death
Give me your trust said your friend in war
Together we can even the score
Trust me to always have your back
And we can survive the attack.
But trust is the fear of being left to die
Trust is the fear of an unknown spy
Trust is the fear of a soul's last breath
Trust is the fear of death
It was crude but he liked it. It reminded him of events in boot camp. He rubbed the scars on the back of his hands. While he did the scars glowed a little. He could feel the crystals moving around inside. He didn't like them. Not at all.