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