The Spirit of Zilatra
These pieces were written by citizens in response to the recent threats to the sovereignty and safety of Zilatra and Sentara by the enemy. We at the Crimson Quill wish to remind everyone of what we fight for, what we stand for, and why we are willing to lay our lives in the name of our republic.
Long Live Zilatra!
The Spirit of Zilatra
Oh Zilatra, land of taigas deep,
Where frost-kissed trees in stillness sleep,
Your rivers weave through glades of pine,
A silver thread, a lifeblood line.
A-Kajden vast, where waters gleam,
A mirror bright, a timeless dream,
From wetlands lush to tundras bare,
Your beauty's breath is everywhere.
Should shadows fall, your shores will stand,
Your rivers guard this cherished land.
In every stream, in every stone,
Zilatra's soul remains our own.
Written by Iyul si Unus