Maran's Song

<strums her lute in readiness>

<sing> Oh a great priest was he, He fortified shrines in a blink of three
<sing> he wore white and glorious gold.. all the trappings of one fit for a throne.
<sing> Maran I tell you one mired in his Faith
<sing> for short of oblivion his faith you can not shake
<sing> Priest, templar whatever you call him
<sing> his love for the light will always surround him

<strums gently>

<sing> Preaching the lies err edicts of the honourable church
<sing> with the weight of a Dove using his arm as a perch
<sing> Oh there is not one who is like Maran
<sing> more sure in himself then any Kharon
<sing> A zealous eye cast your way
<sing> will surely take the breath away
<sing> of any with thoughts of misdeed
<sing> Oh Maran Oh Maran your voice we shall heed!

<strums the lute with a quivering note>

<sing> Oh a great Priest was he. He fortified shrines in a blink of three
<sing> He wore white and glorious gold, all the trappings of one
<sing> fit for a throne
<sing> Maran is his name, a great man of great Faith

<continues to strum an etheral melody which fades to silence>

Morly the Bard

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Miraman, in the year 229 AF.