Hathraa's Lament (parable)

A sign of four upon the ground,

A sense of many ages spent,

A spirit calls a ghastly sound,

It is Hathraa's last lament.

He stood and made his final stand,

Asked to stay in their grand plan,

To be the gods of this new land,

That they had christened Tariksan.

But Sambu spoke, and so decreed,

That Hathraa was not welcome there,

It was not courage, it was greed,

That drove him on his search for prayer.

Such petty shouts became a blow,

Then Sambu drew his sword to fight,

Hathraa injured stoic Tormo,

Sealing his own gruesome plight.

It's said that Hathraa's broken bones,

Lie underneath a city street,

Or bricked behind some ancient stones,

Or scattered where the rivers meet.

So if you see that sign of four,

You sense the many ages spent,

His ghost may call a tortured roar,

It is Hathraa's last lament.

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A common bardic poem, written as a parable, and often used to educate people, especially children on the dangers of evil and disobediance. Sometimes it is performed in jest, and occasionally sung as an actual lament by those that hate the daybreakers, specifically Sambu.