Ponder

I've had the pleasure of knowing both Ragers & Masters.
I've seen their great triumphs. I've seen their disasters.

Oft comes into question whether each side has honor.
It's a matter to think of. It's a matter to ponder.

Looting dead bodies or defending the home,
Their historic warfare fills many a tome.

And some of us thinkers have come lately to realize
There's little difference in race, or color of their eyes.

They each have their strengths and their weaknesses, too.
Magic or strength-skills: To a discipline they're true.

They make friends, fall in love; they laugh and they cry;
They eat and they drink; they live and they die.

They've so much in common, yet constantly war.
Their triumphs and failures fill up Theran lore.

Use of the mind versus muscular use
Seems to justify war: What a sorry excuse!

May as well kill a man for the hue of his hair,
Because his eyes glow red, or because he's just there.

It's asking too much that this long enmity ends:
The Gods would not like it if we all became friends.

For blood sacrifices would be very few,
And so many people would have nothing to do.

So we're caught in the crossfire of weapons and yells,
Of hatred of magic, and Magician's spells.

Will Thera know peace in our lifetimes? I doubt it.
But if the peace comes, I with music shall shout it.

7 a.m. Day of Deception, 9th the Month of the Dragon
Esarvee, Master of Notes


[Historic Note: This song was inspired by a conversation between Jandor and Esarvee shortly after they married, and just before he left on his long absence. For a long time, Jandor referred to this as her best song.]


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