Grays #15 - Song of the Faithless

  A howling wind
A rising pyre
  Flintlock footsteps
Behind the liar

Stormlord sent
  And still we burn
To exhume
  A hallowed urn.

  Scales are scattered
Feathers anew
  A platinum hydra
Gazing through

And all we have
  And all we are
Is a mask
  Undue to mar

Healing
Rises with the wind
Stealing
The fate of all who sinned.

-- Hymnal of the Faithless #26, scribed by Cidrynn Valsoro