“The Relmé” is the collective spiritual name of the various races of people who live on the planet called Aeruul in my mythology, Arcreonis. Forsaken and led astray, they are cast upon a deficient world by their own pride and live ignorantly by the hope of the promise of Arcreonis–that being (to put in general terms): that their world would be fated to die, but a form of redemption would be revealed to them in time.
This poem speaks of them and who they are:
Song of the Relmé
The Relmé are the newfound ones, those yet to see an autumn
The Relmé are the ancient, crowns adorned with iron wisdom
Great and whole, the Relmé: those who build and break down walls
Faulty, foolish are the Relmé, awash in seas of men and scrolls
The Relmé are arrayed like stars, and don the earthen jewels
The Relmé live and die apart, and break off into tribes of fools
Brave and glorious are the Relmé, mirroring the moon and sun
Forsaken are the Relmé; countless souls esteemed as one
The Relmé hear not the beating heart, the whispers of the honest
The Relmé wear shame, but all look up, awaiting Arcreonis.
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