This poem is related to my story Expidition of Azardia . It's an ancient scripture from the lost clan of Sarin.

Ruins of Sarin

-Why the mighty fine wind

Must plunder our poor land?
O Saruk, Great Being of the Winds

Bring us rest from this horror

-Why the mighty fine water

Must engulf our poor land?
O Winti'k, Great Being of the Sea

Bring us rest from this curse

-Why the mighty roaring fire

Must purge our poor land?
O Firesen, Great Being of the Blaze

Bring us rest from this nightmare

-The whole World is upon us

And I fear the Four Powers

Have no power to stop it.

May our Fates be avenged.

-Let us not be Forgotten…

--Last Verse of Sarin