Poeta Vocem

The History of Prym

The people gather and grieve loved ones

In a valley of lose, tears, and anger.

Arose one from the mass of saddened drones

And spoke words to unite and make stronger.

The first to speak, the first to act crawled

In cave so deep to heart of the mountains.

The masses cried for one return they called.

Deep in cave the one forged from depth's fountains

A blade, with fists alone and blood tempered.

Trice suns pass and masses unite to fight

The scourge they all detest and remembered.

The masses of hundred five combine might

Thousand humans fell that day of bloodshed,

Arose the collective from the one led.