A Poem For The People.

[GoodDreamer]

Across Regalia, small notes begin to pop up, left behind by a large, scaled form. They are nailed to trees, placed on doorsteps, forgotten on benches. Each of them is written in the same hand. They all say the same thing.

Some say we need magic
To cast away the mist.
Some say we need sacrifice
Our worship's gone amiss.
I say, as a people, we should fight it with our hearts
Because what's more poetic than Hope
To tear the Misery apart?​

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[AWildRhia]

While exploring the parks around Regalia, a certain Isldar's gaze was caught by this short poem, her head cocking to the side as she read it, a smile finding its way onto her features. "Hope. If only it worked like that."

 

[fantuinn]

Leufred took a gander at the poem after accidentally sitting on it. Normally, he'd scoff or feel indignant at the arrival of yet another poem about political messages, though this time was different. A small smile tugged at the ends of his mouth, as he collected the leftover poem to keep it. Perhaps all Regalia needed right now was hope.
He silently thanked the writer, presuming it to be a small Ailor child or something of the sort, and continued on his way home, with a newfound twinge of Hope.

 

[AtticCat]

Winifred would scout about main street to find pages of the poem that had been blown into bushes, or thrown there, out of sight to replace them in public eye. After distracting herself for a long while with such, she smooth one of the papers with her hand before folding it and tucking it up her sleeve, for lack of pockets.

 

[RightChat]

In the morning Fawzi stepped out of his house with a cup of milk, looking down he'd see a note left on his doorstep. He picked the paper up and gave it a read before grinning as he reached the end. "Mmakp, That's a nice drawing."