Oceania! Rajamala of the night
Platinum shadow in darkness, your eyes burning bright
Twin turqoise gems, blazing in the starlight
Oceania, you are the object of my delight!

As I have laid my hands upon you, and blessed you all these days
How have I wished, that my hands could bless you in other ways
I would run them through your sun-kissed hair, scratching behind your
ear
I would caress your lovely face, I would draw you near
I would run my hands down your body, removing any burr
Oceania... how I long to make you purr

r-r-r-ROWWWWRRr-r-r-r !

But who am I, that you would deign to notice me?
Neither warrior, nor healer, nor dashing lover would you see
While you despatched a hundred - nay, a thousand - warriors with fang
and swords
There I was, fumbling with my Priestly cords
While you romped across the length and breadth of Aetolia
I got lost, searching for Marhisa
You've governed city, order, and guild, received awards and accolades
I was learning the Priestly tenets - I barely made the grade
Oh, what an ignominious worm I am!
A cardboard cut-out Priest, barely half a man
Yet what I am, I give to you - a heart complete and whole
The admiration of my mind, the adoration of my soul

Alas, Lord Lanos! Have I lost my way?
Have I veered off the path of Truth - lured by her sashay?
How can I love a woman who landmarks for Evil - yet how can I claim that
I don't?
Should I pray to be cleansed of all desire, while hoping that I won't?
Ah, the joy of Service, the satisfaction of Priestly duty
Burns to ashes in the radiance of your beauty

Oceania, we are like Gareth and Nolan, two ships that will never meet
Yet if we could warp space and time, wouldn't that be sweet?
If you would remove your trappings of power, and I my Priestly coil
We could romp around naked, on our god's heavenly soil
Oceania, we could be together, our faces filled with joy
If you were just a Raja cub, and I a human boy

But now it's farewell my love, I've said more than I ought
But if you will grant it, let me leave you one last thought:
My swashbuckling adventuress, my sexy tigress
Among all the women of Sapience, you truly are the best!

Chancre Angelline

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Ios, in the year 85 MA.