Not caring that my life's abating,
I sit amongst my brethren, waiting
For someone to fill me with their words
Using me to speak without being heard

I'm chosen, behold, and here comes the quill
To write their love, their poem, perhaps a will
And when they finish writing all they want to say,
I'm attached to a bird and mailed away.

I arrive at last, after a thousand miles
On the recepient's face appears a smile
Unravelled am I, undone is my bow,
The content inside me now becomes known.

A brief glance before I'm tossed aside,
My life, it seems, undignified
Wind beckons me now, at its mercy I am
To the life of a rogue forever I'm damned.

A gentle breeze I do ride through Ashtan,
Passing a War Witch or two, and the famous Ratman
But I draw no attention, my presence not found
So I rest for a minute, gath'ring dirt on the ground

One has to wonder: With these secrets I boast,
Why must I wander from coast to dear coast?
As Lord Vastar casts down from the skies a cold rain,
I figure it's time for me to leave again

I leave behind the Bastion of the North,
Awaiting the wonders that beckon me forth
And just as I'm bidding Ashtan adieu,
The City of Evil does come into view.

Silence does reign 'pon the blood-riddled streets,
And darkness looms over like a soft satin sheet
But from every corner peeks a most watchful eye,
And whispers are heard, "Be loyal or die."

I pass dear old Maric, with his festering sores
Busying himself with many a chore
And when the wind tells me that my time here is no more,
I'm afraid I must bid farewell to Mhaldor.

One has to wonder: With these secrets I boast,
Why must I wander from coast to dear coast?
As I'm pond'ring about Shallam's eternal bane,
A city appears just before me again.

Nestled away in the mountains to hide,
It takes me some difficulty to get inside
Taking refuge in the mountains, yet frequently seen
The majestic and beautiful city of Cyrene.

Passing me by's a most colorful group,
A band of swell bards, together a troupe
A carriage in the distance, and the people are kind
But in me none care what secrets they find.

The sights in this city to any'd appease,
But I'm called away by that strong summer breeze
And if I would be breathing, I'd give a small sigh
For none even stopped to tell me goodbye.

One has to wonder: With these secrets I boast,
Why must I wander from coast to dear coast?
As I remember those bards at Darfinia Lane,
A city appears just before me again.

A light nearly blinding this city does shine,
Truth and justice a must, the people opine
The city of paladins, the Church and the priests,
I arrive at Shallam, the Jewel of the East.

Merchants and shopkeepers all flood Fish Street;
To avoid getting trampled is a difficult feat.
By strict holy laws do the people abide,
It is for their beliefs that many have died.

I'm blessed for a moment with a small touch of joy,
As I am picked up by a young orphaned boy.
But the Gods shan't satisfy curiousity today;
The wind beckons again, and I'm taken away.

One has to wonder: With these secrets I boast,
Why must I wander from coast to dear coast?
Over the forests and woodlands I fly,
Oh dear! The next city nearly escaped my eye.

More like a village, it's camouflaged well;
In a viridian ocean do its people dwell
I mentally laughed at this sign that I passed:
"Welcome to Eleusis! Don't step on the grass."

At first I believed that something was wrong,
For all that I heard was quiet birdsong.
But I suddenly realized this village did thrive;
Indeed, the whole forest is very alive!

A storm of butterflies escapes the trees;
They fly, as do I, on this gentle breeze
And as they escorted me out of this lovely forest,
A goodbye of silence they did chorus.

One has to wonder: With these secrets I boast,
Why must I wander from coast to dear coast?
And as the length of my journey begins to wane,
A city appears just before me again.

As dusk marks the sky with a brilliant orange hue,
I find the last city, hidden from view
Nestled within the same forest as the sylvans' home,
At the end of Sapience, its entirety I've roamed

Off in the distance, a peculiar sight;
A woman eating rats, now that doesn't seem right!
The shops're filled with items galore,
Hashan, indeed, is a joy to explore!

Then, it left quickly, and warning gave none,
As my poor tattered body the wind abandoned.
As it ushered me 'round one final bend,
It seems that my journey has come to an end.

Attached to a leash, never to be free
A starving humgii just staring at me.
The feral hunger evident in his eyes
Was all that he needed to tell me goodbye.

Willing or not, I prepare to die
Sacrificed to this humgii, to satisfy
His ever-growling stomach, and finally now,
He opens his mouth, and in one gulp, I'm downed.

Despite all the dangers and perils I braved,
It seems all my secrets I take to the grave
An anonymous letter, whose words were hallowed
What secrets I held? You will never know.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Sarapin, in the year 374 AF.