A Land Far Away

Chauntea’s Enfolding Arms

Whether pelted with rains of water or arrow-storm
No better shield exists than Chauntea’s enfolding arms.

Her mother’s love heals all

As long as she embraces us
Our hearts shall always have a home.

Whether mighty knight or humble peasant thou art
None are better in her eyes
Her love is for us all - her children

Far and wide

Hated with jealousy and rage
By the gods of strife
Bitter foes are they.

She is above their hate
And this is why they rage.

Loved by the bright god; Lathander – of the sun
His heart warms our goddess’s soul
Our crops are growing-ripening with life.

Chauntea’s love is for all on Toril’s earth
On tilled soil or wild lands
The mighty and the humble both.

None of us will ever truly be alone
Within the Mother’s
Enfolding arms.

Her love does keep us
Safe
And warm.

This sounds liturgical, a ceremonial invocation by a cleric. As such, when I try to stop making it scan as poetry and read it instead as sermon, it works for me, especially ending as it does on a single, final concept. Nice work, IWS.

Yeah, well.....he's really getting into character.

Good job as always, Cor. Nicely done.

Come to NC sometime, I'll show you around the Chauntean mission once it gets finished...hey wait a minute....I don't even follow Chauntea and I've been workin on this for...

GET YOU ASS OVER HERE AND DO SOME WORK!

Love to but Cor doesnt leave the Dales unless given realllly good reason.