To Grieve for Splendor

This poem was written by famed Gachaintian poet Arcelius about the razing of Laetia during Year I of the Exulis Crusades.

To gamble a country for an Emerald,
could only be so brilliant to such a classically minded,
transactional people as humans.

To send our youth off to the bellies of dragons,
could only be ingenious to a mind which compounds in avarice.

To press on after catastrophe rather than heal with humility,
could only be courageous to puppets of ego.

So the peacock cries for man,
for we cannot face agony without confusion,
or grieve for our splendor, but

Surely the sword we raise next shall redeem us.