by: Talanthe Truesilver date: 1320 DR source: Volo's Guide to the Sword Coast I cast my net in the sea of night And bring back a catch of glittering dreams... Which will you have, proud lady, laughing lady? This bright one, perhaps, or that?.. Gleaming silver-blue, winking at you With its own mysterious, inner light, It is so beautiful... Yet so is that one, and that, and this, too. I cannot choose. Take them all. Take them all! Why did Moradin leave all dwarves guessing? For dwarves became fertile by undressing! They mined and delved into the night, Children were born bearded and bright; The Gold dwarves call it the Thunder Blessing. I heard of Murrt and Dur-nan’s daring plight, Through Undermountain’s endless halls of fright. With monsters gnashing claws and teeth, They found their treasure deep beneath, And climbed above to bask in glory’s light. I heard of Orm-purr’s night of dread and flame, When Mare-ill-dar-rain burned Tiamat’s name. The jester laughed and stayed her hand, As cultists fell across the land, But the holy war bears her lasting fame. How did Lestin, the great Masked Lady, die? Was it poison? Did the Shadow Thieves try? Her triumphs left us whispers cold, Her truth is lost, her tale half-told, At least we're now under peer-gurr-on's eye. I cast my net in the sea of night And bring back a catch of glittering dreams... Which will you have, proud lady, laughing lady? This bright one, perhaps, or that?.. Gleaming silver-blue, winking at you With its own mysterious, inner light, It is so beautiful... Yet so is that one, and that, and this, too. I cannot choose. Take them all. Take them all!
