A poem posted at Talbot's and the Tipsy Imp

[Dobian]

*neatly written on good parchment*

A Lady and her Diamonds

The Lady walks the streets of Roar, Black Diamonds on her fingers,

At Talbot's she stops and dips her head, on dappled blood she lingers,

Past a Great Hall in which fools reside, squabbling for control and power,

The Lady spreads her arms up to the sky, Black Diamonds rain in showers

[Sioladuil]

Mara looks the poem over, quirks an eyebrow and then folds it up and slides it in to a cloak pouch.