Post by wylla on Jul 13, 2015 6:06:19 GMT -8
The black leather-bound tome sits unusually light in ones hand, despite appearing heavy, aged, and well worn. One might flip through the pages but never would be able to reach the very end as more pages appear and appear most of them blank. But upon looking away, in the corner of ones eye, you can see the black and red glyphs and text written in the tongues of man, beast, and forgotten peoples. Emblazoned on the first page is a curious rhyme.
Grimoire of Salt and Earth
Harried by the call of night,
heartened by the pale moonlight.
Wicked wonders winsome light.
A wicked woman whistles bare,
with whiten'd bone and whiter hair.
The smell of sulphur, burn and ash,
with fire and salt and earth's wound gash.
The young delight of silken pale,
seeking a champion in shining mail.
The elder crone of wicked wile,
seeks only the truest for true defile.
Two sides of leaves upon the ground,
one side of time and age and dearth.
The other loud and now and hearth,
with winsome things, a blessed sound.
Harried by the call of night,
heartened by the pale moonlight.
Wicked wonders wander bright,
dark wings, dark works, all take flight.
Harried by the call of night,
heartened by the pale moonlight.
Wicked wonders winsome light.
A wicked woman whistles bare,
with whiten'd bone and whiter hair.
The smell of sulphur, burn and ash,
with fire and salt and earth's wound gash.
The young delight of silken pale,
seeking a champion in shining mail.
The elder crone of wicked wile,
seeks only the truest for true defile.
Two sides of leaves upon the ground,
one side of time and age and dearth.
The other loud and now and hearth,
with winsome things, a blessed sound.
Harried by the call of night,
heartened by the pale moonlight.
Wicked wonders wander bright,
dark wings, dark works, all take flight.
