Tameric

Tameric, God of Vengeance

Mask of Tameric by Labrynthe

Appears as an iron mask without emotion; a cold hard visage of retribution.

Ruby, Olive and Gray

By Baroness Sirrah Elspeth Sharrisselva, Disciple of Tameric

Ruby, Olive and Gray,

Colors of my accouterments,

Heraldry of my soul.

My blood, crimson sweet,

Thick and gorged with life.

Baucent of my vengeful vows.

Red tinged aberration of lust

Desire to wade hip deep

Within swirling rivers of justice.

Olive memories both young and old.

Innocent spring gurgling,

Buxom Summer libertine,

Nature’s unspoken promise.

Autumn abandonment fie, I die.

Frigid truculent Winter.

Gray bastions of stone.

Apathetic to belabored malice,

As hardened as my heart.

Of Mask and Iron I Abide,

Bone and Blood the immolated martyr.

Armored with fear and love.

The Garnet of loyalty is true,

Peacock’s green is a scion’s resurrection,

Found my razored salvation in iron.

Ruby, Olive and Gray.

Symbols of my expectations,

Shades of burial shrouds to come.