The mages of Raghnall meet every full moon
at the black marble tower of Jigme
the tallest building in all the land
aside from the imperial palace
On top of the tower stands Marcial
in his robes of white and gold
playing with the end of his long silver beard
waiting patiently for the others to arrive
First to arrive is Archard of the north
wearing robes of sky blue
leaping off the back of an enormous eagle
carrying a hawk headed oak staff
Next is Balavan of the east
rising up from column of fire
patting out the flames from his red robes
brushing away sparks from his golden beard
Cheilem of the south follows shortly after
on an emerald green carpet matching his robes
his lion headed staff of mahogany seems to be smiling
just like its cheerful owner
Waldron of the west is the last to arrive
carried in the pounces of golden griffin
his grey robes a mass of patches and repairs
as he is always too distracted to replace them
Though they are constantly in contact
they all have a lot to say in the meetings
in the Jigme's library complex matters are discussed
away from the prying eyes of the king's court
Ancient tomes of prophecy are consulted and debated
many decisions are made with minimal arguments
spells of protection and prosperity are strengthened
in order to ensure peace throughout the kingdom
At sunrise the visiting wizards will depart
to return to their homes before full light
looking forward to the next full moon
when the 5 of them will meet again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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