The Sisters Ten

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By: Celiana Posted on: April 08, 2008



Let us start, shall we, with the oldest of the assembly

Old West, elm west, wise oaken west

Cared by Clio, erratic Muse of History

Vast West Ithmia, ancient home of the fiercest


Sad is the story of North Ithmia walled with iron

From expansion, civilization, and the fires of dissension

Yet in it is revealed, Nature's touch of healing

And hope sprang forth, with Thalia the Flourishing


A happier note is here, on the lovely Ithmian East

With fair dryads, fresh flora, and the humble Eleusis

Joyous and saucy is the woodland of beauty

Erato, affectionate Muse of Poetry


Move then, shall we, to halved Ulangi

Exotic, extrinsic, avant-garde of the east

At the feet of fire you stay evergreen

Ever under the care, Polyhymnia of the Hymn


Far in the cold north lies a wood ever green

Northreach it is called by us mortals who have seen

The willowy Esos and the fierce Lupine wolves

The elusive Muse of Song, Euterpe of Pleasure


Darkenwood, by its name, is dark and foreboding

Enstranged from Northreach by the Lord of the Evening

Shadows and spiders linger beneath its canopy

Dark is the forest of Urania the Heavenly


Hidden from the world is redwood Aalen

Cradled in the arms of the strong Vashnar Mount'ns

Safe haven of beasts from the turmoils of Sapience

Peaceful domain of Terpsichore as she dances


If you find yourself in the Black, take care of the fray

Played with by Eris, Queen of Disarray

Now it's filled with Treekins tall and gray

Companions of Melpomene, Muse of Catastrophe


Opposite of the Black, bright Aureliana spreads

Filled with the quickfooted creatures of forests

Hidden within it are mysteries enigmatic

Home of the Voice, Calliope ever-exquisite


And the heart of it all is Aerinewilde mother-maiden

The youngest of the throng, yet said to be most ripened

Caressed by Melantha, Lady of the Seasons

Refuge of Eupheme and her fires of compassion