A long silence had since fallen from the once widespread poet of Jacobinism, Icarus. But on this fatefully Winter evening, there was a return with two solemn parchments placed once in the Slums tall oak at the gate and second at the harbour for all the sailors and newly arrived Regalian to read.
Darlings of Regalia,
Hold your dear heads up high,
If you should see the Regalian lie.
Do not fear the book or bribe,
We are the force that shall show Unionism it's way
It's way back to the lie it bore from.
Darlings that see my truth,
Hold your heads high as we shall ride from their Void,
We should not be brought down and casted away for the truth.
Fear us, Regalia, for one day we shall rise again,
You shall be forgiven for following the dark path,
You shall be redeemed for following this faith.
-Icarus Albatross
