The Steeple of Dreams part I: The Call of the Steeple
November 3, 2023
Legend has it that every seven years out of the Golden Sands
Of ‘Ard al-Qadir in Ti’Essaar, a most mythical land,
There rises an obelisk of gold and ivory from the desert ground
That emits waves of hope and glory that reach for miles around,
Diffusing visions into the minds of all with the courage and grit
To seek out greater things for themselves than what Fate has seen fit.
Many have been those, too, who’ve answered the call by setting forth
To the Golden Sands to seek this tower from the east, south, west, and north
And ascend to its very precipice to achieve that which the structure holds.
Alas, few have returned from their journey oh so treacherous and bold,
And all who’ve done so have with empty hands and deflated hearts
For not finding what their dreams had promised them from the very start.
Such tales are why many a nonbeliever in the legend exists today
And sees such treks as fruitless wastes of time, foolish in every way.
Still, the hope of the tale rings true through the masses year after year,
And the failures of those before them have yet to squash their faith dear.
In fact, ‘tis been seven years since this tower had risen from the sand,
And since then, a mighty demonic horde has surfaced to invade the land
And wage war against its mortal populace for reasons unknown,
Cutting, clawing, and gnawing many of many a race to the very bone.
It’s taken a collective effort, too, and countless resources to boot
To keep the mortal realm of Ti’Essaar from being reduced to soot
By the senseless violence that the demons have provoked upon their prey,
But at last, they’ve slunk back into the earth to spare for another day
The victors of the war they’d waged, who’re left with their nations drained
Of food and building and medical supplies in the wake of the pain
That the demons had wrought upon the land from border to border,
Which has hence turned many a living soul into a looter and a hoarder.
In fact, many has become the nation that’s turned hostile against
Its neighbors via disputes over territory and resources hence,
And the longer these resource battles have raged, the more fragile Ti’Essaar
Has become in the process far and wide, leaving a nasty scar
Upon the realm and among its people that runs deeper by the day,
Leaving its beleaguered citizens praying constantly in their own way.
As such, the time’s become more than ripe for the Steeple of Dreams
To call out to the intrepid before the realm falls further apart at the seams,
For surely the desperation of the times has spurred on those with the mettle
To challenge the state of things for themselves rather than lie down and settle
To suffer alongside everyone else whom the war against the netherworld
Has affected deeply. Then again, who knows just what shall next unfurl
When the call of the Steeple goes out and warriors from every nation
Close in on it to discover what lies atop it? Will there be elation
Upon the discovery of its treasure, or will the trip once more claim
The lives of many a dreaming fool who, in body and in soul, gets maimed?
Only time will tell, for many must be those who are willing to chance
Their lives and reputation on a legend not yet proven beyond mere romance.
Thus the Steeple rises from the Golden Sands to be heard and seen far and wide
And beckons once more heroes by the score to at last discover what’s inside.
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