The Cleric's Reply, by Revered Daughter Crysania

by Nontacitare

Crysania's answer to a poem by Raistlin as written by ChibiVampyr, The BlackRobed Mage to His Love. A parody of Sir Walter Raleigh's The Nymph's Reply.

Author's Note and disclaimers:

I am not an official author of Dragonlance, and I did not invent the characters of Crysania and Raistlin.

This poem is a satire of ChibiVampyr's fanfic "The BlackRobed Mage to His Love."

I am not Sir Walter Raleigh.

"The Cleric's Reply," by Revered Daughter Crysania

If all the world were chaste and young,
And truth in every wizard's tongue,
These...unique...pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.

My God saves shepherds from sheep made mad,
And 'tis I would heal the flocks so sad.
When cruel spells do torment some,
The rest complains of cares to come.

I'll not lie on roses, as a wanton yields
And thus hasten me to Takhisis' fields;
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is dragon's spring, but legend's fall.

I'd only wear a gown of white
Which shows that good is in the right.
Black robes soon wither, soon forgotten,
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

Thy belt of silk and ivy buds,
The shrunken hand clasps and silver rune studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.

But could I, with my words demure,
Turn thee to ways both good and pure,
Then those delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy love.