HasmirRhiannaPrayers
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Ḥasmir bin Yeyshan Ḥarat is a character in the Aralis 2 LARP. This page contains prayers he's extemporized and, later, written down.
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[edit] Ḥasmir's Little Red-and-White Book
Meditate with Ḥasmir bin Yeyshan Ḥarat, heart-wracked Imperial exile, as he devotes his morning prayers, every goddamn morning before he's allowed to eat breakfast, to the White Lady Rhianna! Contemplate the mystical frisson of eros and agape!
[edit] 1
All my life I'd seen your naked shape
in gold, in brass that burned against my step.
Fire was on my soles and on my palm
were bitter tracks of dust. And you were ice
by night and agony by dawn.
I fell
into a land of green—I choked with it—
I reached for nothing with these empty words
in hope I'd see you new, unclad again
beyond the next blue fold of tree and vale:
Your body soft and white and fresh with rain.
[edit] 2
The palm of your hand is white
open before me as if
a flower of morning. Each day
I long for the sun to admire me—
I set you upon my breast.
in the heat of the afternoon
I lose you and cast you aside.
The palm of my hand is white.
I open it for a kiss
I lay it on the breast
of a fickle-hearted man.
He loses me in the night
But though he forgets me behind him
at the dawn I'm his bride again.
[edit] 3 (in Carrick)
With the sun hidden in this gray land
my tongue flourishes and sickens
my thoughts flourish and sicken
White Goddess of the Dawn:
open your eye that I may be seen whole
open your mouth and breathe me in,
warm and alive
open your hand that I may lie
sleeping inn your palm.
[edit] 4 (after the shadow hunter arrived, concerning a memory from the Red Quarter of Ghalia)
Scarlet was her dress
Scarlet was the shadow that fell around her
Gold were her bracelets and silver was her laugh
Scarlet was the shadow where she fell—
a plume of red silk—
for gold and silver.
In my heart, in the red chamber of my heart,
I know she redeems the man who killed her
But me, does she forgive me?
[edit] 5
The house outside her bedchamber have I constructed with my own hand
Fountains are there like running glass
Polished mirrors of white steel await there
The floor have I laid of silver tiles
My guests in that house—when they come,
ah, their faces I do not see
Ah, Lady, open for me the door of your chamber
small and wooden, dark, unlacquered, unvarnished
Let me bow my head to enter—
ah, Lady, spare me the sight
of a thousand of my faces.
[edit] 6 (probably about Vargir/Astrid and sundry terrified farmers)
In a different voice I asked "Who am I?"
She said What game is this? a smile upon her lips.
I sighed and lay down. "Lady, who am I?"
I asked in a different voice.
White mother, this day not yet noon
in my ears echoes the weeping of women
in my ears echoes the terror of men
White Mother, in me is only disgust and bitterness.
White Mother, intercede for sons and women in love;
leave me beside.
[edit] 7
Across the land a cloth was laid:
blue as the sea, dark, marked with
silver threads like stars
A table beside smiled a glint of lacquer
On it was tea with a spice
like the sharp black pupil of the eye
There were two oranges. There were
six sweetmeats. For after, for after.
You were there, in your hands a lute
to play in memory. Your gown was red.
Your eye was sweet; the lute sang
of my steps in a hot mad alley.
Tonight, ah tonight, I will not come to you.
