Somewhere on the Border Continent between Order and Chaos on Eklipses...

All these universes are so harsh if I may declare on this day,

So bold are they in their actions, it's shocking if I may say,

So zealous in their faiths they hold so dearly if I may say,

Many stating it's in their commands they say to my face they do to this day.

The folk around here are really on edge by my presence in the night,

Even when I'm passing through these paths in the daylight,

At every turn, I find these people saying and believe I'm somehow a blight?

They try to harm me they do through any method they have on hand,

From magic to might, from majestic swords to even the pitchfork they have nearby or in hand,

The indignation that is felt at this treatment I'm receiving on this hunk of rock called land is immense.

Skittering amongst the foliage that I can reach with fair ease as far as I can soar in the canopy of the trees,

Rushing away from my latest pursuers called palatins or something, which is apt I suppose for their appearance,

The Empress would really give me a scolding if she knew of my sheer recklessness in this place that I explore now,

Of trapezing around these worlds without the necessary strength, that is needed to avoid war and violence.

I think revising my understanding of how dangerous these worlds are clearly in order,

And how annoying dealing with fervent faith is when one is without allies and left in disorder from panic, 

As I'm unable to enter either country at my sides, stuck on the border of two countries who dislike each other,

I'm penning this letter here for any other of my kind who may pass into these borderlands as I have found myself stuck at for a while.

A Critique nailed to a Tree, in one of the large forests that dot the Border Continent

Written by Spook, Poet Extraordinaire