Shamairah Prologue

I lay there in my quarters, a place I won’t call mine.

How long has it been since I saw the world divine?

A vagabond of the desert, that’s who I long to be.

Yet this identity was once again taken from me.

It has been years and years and plenty more years since I last had a visitor.

What brings you here now, young man of the desert?

Alas, you cannot hear me. You cannot know how lonely I have been.

But maybe your visit has a purpose. Let’s start the tale, shall we?

You were talking to former bandits. Guards, they are now reformed.

Telling them of the tale you heard about me back home.

How wrong they are! But I have no such means to tell you.

So, I lay here watching, body calm, spirit no.

The guards left and now only you occupy the room.

I may be here in presence, though my mind is set on your doom.

I know I can only watch it happening.

Yet I somehow find myself anticipating...

“Am I that much of a creep?” I heard you speak.

Unexpectedly, all along you’d been hearing me.

“Who exactly are you?” I asked, though I knew the answer.

“Of course, you know. Of course, you know. I know you haven’t forgotten me.”

“How come you’re here?” I asked, my voice starting to hiss.

“You and I, we are of the same kind,” came your succinct reply.

“No. I know that. But how come you’re alive? Just the same as when we first met?”

“It is because of you. That chanting… Need I remind you?”

“Chanting? What chanting?”

Amidst my confusion, he broke my grave, took what is mine and made them his.

Ah, alas I remember.

A ghoul resting in the mountains, chanting…

May all fade from memory, save him alone

Who stole my life, with heart like stone

No forgiveness, no solace, I'll ever let

For he deemed my worth as mere as a pet

Now it’s time for me to amend the tale, tell more of the sorrows felt.

'Tis time to unveil this tale of dismay

No preparation can soften the fray

From void to void, my essence slipped

Such a senseless demise, on destiny's grip