maker preserve us

[fightingale]

FORM: One hundred copies in exquisite penmanship distributed throughout Skyhold. Someone spent A Lot Of Time on this
SENDER: A MYSTERY
RECIPIENT: Fair game for everyone in Skyhold
WHAT: Really awful poetry
WHEN: They Suddenly Appear on the evening of the 22nd
WHERE: EVERYWHERE
NOTES: I'm sorry these are terrible, I almost regret working them into the plot. More may be produced if I am #inspired. These are part of Leliana's assassination attempt plot. Both poems are untitled because ART. Spelling errors consistent across all copies.

replies wont come from Leliana, this is for reactions and threadjacking and whatever, but I might sneakily throw one of her npc scouts around a little here and there.

1.
A viper,
Cold, slithering,
Hand awoshe with red.

The Bloodied Hand
Crimson, sanguine
And overreaching

Red of the sacrede
Washed away by the tide
The whipping waters of her corruption

Honourable cliffs endangered by her
Only to be saved by a delicate bloom

Grasped for power and fell upon
A vine of asphyxiation
In her Cursed Descent

Cast upon the thorns of the Faithful
The brambles of the True
Shredded upon Virtue.

The Corruption of her grasp will be pried loose
The Roses will Bloom
Kissed by the Radiance of His Will.







2.

A tower
Glorious, hallewed
Sheltered cradle of children
Floundering, lost
Caught in a mist

Oh, desolation
Oh, despair

That sheild wrought
Asunder
By clawing hands
Cruel, vicious

Casting out the lost
Throwing them upon the rocks
Of their own strength

Oh, grief
Oh, gloom

A storm to distress
Those heroic ships
Those vessels of sanctity
Capsized by treachery

And Hands that grasp
In the wake of tragedy

Shall be trialled
Judged and in the quiet
Executed

Oh, vexation
Oh, vapuors

That the overreaching will be
Rendered
And the children restored
To their cradle

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[ And he walks away muttering, ] Oh, vexation. Oh, vapours. [ His new favorite ridiculous thing, until he learns what it means. ]