Poet's Night is a poem by the bard, Fisher kel Tath. "I am knownin the religion of rage.Worship me as a poolof blood in your hands.Drink me deep.It’s bitter furythat boils and burns.Your knives were smallbut they were many.I am namedin the religion of rage.Worship me with youroffhand cutslong after I am dead.It’s a song of dreamscrumbled to ashes.Your wants overflowedbut now gape empty.I am drownedin the religion of rage.Worship me untodeath and downto a pile of bones.The purest bookis the one never opened.No needs left unfulfilledon the cold, sacred day. I am foundin the religion of rage.Worship me in astream of curses.This fool had faithand in dreams he wept.But we walk a desertrocked by accusations,where no man starveswith hate in his bones." ―Poet’s Night i.ivThe Malazan Book of the
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