The Tale of Souls is sorrow-filled,
an epic of pain and regret;
Be warned, dear children of yonder days,
for no longer must you fret!
For in this tale, adventure is found,
tales of sorrow and woe!
For in this tale, love is found
between both friend and foe...
From Laenalaen fair, to the star-filled sky,
the Tale can be heard for miles.
Started was the Tale by a kindly old witch
who recieved from all folk their sweet smiles!
Sinestra the Healer wandered there,
her shining lamp afar was seen,
the gleam of the night lights was in her hair,
and in her dresses shimmering.
She told the tale to all with ears,
starting her song in the early years!
She sang of the Chieftains, she spoke of the saints,
and of her Tale, there were rarely complaints.
A history, this was, of those ancient lands-
Belecthoria to the North, the Misericord Lands,
the continents over the ancient sea,
the story of men fighting valiantly.
When at last the tale came to an end,
Sinestra sighed and looked at the floor.
"There is more to be told, my dear friends.
I'll return when i have something more.
For the Tale of Souls is sorrow-filled,
an epic that never ceases, nor ends.
Indeed, we are all a part of that Tale,
and never again shall these old bones rest,
for North, and South, and East shall I go
until I last I find the histories of the West."