On Lorata, Marrziil is one of the kingdoms on the continent of Mraté. It borders with Cioria and is home to one of the major populations of Métius’s worshippers. Far be it, however, from being bent on power alone; its people are known for their skill and grace, which shows up in battle as well as in the arts. That said, it should come as no surprise that Marrziilian poetry is a refined craft. This is especially true when it comes to romance, for when the Marrziilian heart is moved, it holds nothing back, becoming fully entrenched in its emotions.

Here is a poem written by one of the many famed artists of Marrziil. Perhaps someone such as D’Cameron could be moved to recite it to his lover some day. Or perhaps our young Miss Madeleine for Loracaz. Happy reading!

Let me bring you black orchids and whisper to you under the dark moon.

Let me hold you as the shadows surround us.

Let me smell the sweet perfume of your love when I touch you.

Let me exalt you and bring you to the stars.

My heart has learned to beat for your pleasure alone; it needs your touch to keep its pace.

My blade has trained to safeguard your honor; it needs your mercy to heal my wounds.

My feet have walked every mile to carry you to my throne; they kneel before you as your servant.

My body pulses for the sole purpose of bringing you to ecstacy; it thrives only when you dwell in joy.

I have spoken to the ancient souls of your perfection, have begged them to profess to all future souls to walk in your shadow.

I have cut away and banished all burdens, that you should never know suffering.

I have given to the gods all that is mine, that in return that they grant you your every desire.

I have knelt before you, loyal and devoted and humble.

Here now, beneath the dark moon, I give my life-blood to the soil in which your black orchids grow.

This night, I light the fire in the distance, so that the shadows where we dwell deepen and surround you in their blissful velvet.

I have lost all sense of time with just one touch from you, and it feels as though your aroma is forever and all around me.

I live and die by you, my love, as do the stars. We yield to you, we bend to bring the universe to its knees, that it may serve you with a passion equal to my own.

Let me hold you, guardian of my heart.

Let my heart beat with every caress you share, every blissful word you drop like nectar to my ears.

Let me alone be your treasure, your jewel, your beloved.

For you are mine, eternal as the night and the shadows.