Dragaera

Rocza's Song

Thu Sep 23 15:47:59 PDT 2004




> Rocza's Song
> Mark A. Mandel Copr. 2004
> 
>    I fly across the jungle on silent leather wings
>    To seek my prey of lizards, rats, and other, smaller things.
>       But I much prefer the leavings of some greater hunter's kill,
>       To feast upon the riches left when she has had her fill.
>    Well-fed, she is no threat to me, and me she does not fear,
>    And while she takes her rest, no other predator comes near.
>       I hunt and scavenge, eat and sleep; at times I rest or play,
>       And someday I will take a mate, and I will die someday.
> 
>    Nearby I hear a struggle, and cries and panting breath.
>    The battle is unequal, and soon will come a death.
>       The scent upon the breeze  is strange, but as I circle in
>       I hear a voice within my mind that calls to me as kin.
>    "Long life I offer and red meat; I ask of you your aid--
>    For now, to save my life!" He sinks; I feel the contact fade.
>       I fly in the attacker's face, he turns to swing at me;
>       The other strikes him dead, then falls. I answer: "I agree."
> 
>    I stay with the Provider now, and him who is my mate.
>    Beyond the jungle that I knew, the world is strange and great.
>       I help him every way I can, he always feeds me well,
>       Although our minds spoke only on that day he cast his spell.
>    He knows my mate as "Loiosh", and "Rocza" he calls me,
>    And Loiosh tells me what he wants and tells him what I see.
>       The years have touched me lightly, though they do not pass me
> by...
>       I think no jhereg in the world more fortunate than I.
> 
> 
> Rocza: RAW-tsah
> Loiosh: LOY-ohsh
> jhereg: ZHEH-reg (according to meter of the spell)
> 
> The spell (_Jhereg_, Ace edition, sixth printing, February 1987, pages
> 225-226, copyright 1983 by Stephen K. Z. Brust; typo corrected):
> 
> Come to me, blood of my House. Join me, hunt with me, find me.
> 
> Let the winds of Jungle's night
> Stay the hunter in her flight.
> Evening's breath to witch's mind
> Let our fates be intertwined.
> Jhereg! Do not pass me by!
> Show me where thy soul doth lie!
> 
> 



Well done! Righteous devotion, or just too much time on your hands?