Worshipper of Dementri Prayer

--Scribbled in hasty penmanship upon a piece of parchment that appears centuries old.--

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Oh, Dementri mistress of magic and harbinger of The Reckoning,

I stand before you blade in hand I'm lost in your gifts.

In your wisdom I sow the seeds of your great word,

For your gifts are shared by all, and give pity to none.

In your loving gaze, we dance in your delight,

For the end of days, was simply your longest night.

Bless me with cunning and wisdom beyond compare,

That I may guide others to your embrace your gifts to share.

Now I take my blade,

Gift to me your disdainful aid.

When the world and it's people are frayed.

May my blood and your word, their lives, be of the same braid.

--There is a splash of blood on the bottom of the parchment --