The Weight of the Past

In-Game Book Text
A selection of poems in the djinn's favored style, the short form. Do these carry insights into the minds of the djinn?

Never sing again Songs bring pain, death and bondage Silence is precious

I found a garden Full of dust, ashes and weeds It is my home now

Though the Plane is gone Chains still bind those who fled it Linked to its torment

Come, sit beside me Fear nothing but night's shadow You are my anchor

Spare me your anger Too long have we gone on thus Now it is too late

In the long ago I lived in another Plane I grieve for its loss

Bring me to water Where I can drink my fill, then I will be refreshed

In his tiny mind He rules Maj'Dul, a city Of nothing but thieves

Far above the world<BR> The Citadel soars freely<BR> Dangling its chains

Why are you crying?<BR> There is pleasure without pain.<BR> Are those tears of joy?

Can you speak with me<BR> And use only words of truth?<BR> Yet you speak of love...