Arepo was hungry and needed provisions.
He had brought gold to complete his mission.
When he found merchants with food and lodging
They laughed at his gold and sent him walking.
In the land of Karkon, they use Edom to trade,
A blue crystal stone that smelled of the rain.
It couldn't be made with magic or tricks.
When it was stolen, it shrank to a blip.
Willingly given, Edom must be.
Not one bit was given for free.
It weighed but an ounce and was quite hard to earn.
A way to create it, Arepo could not learn.
Edom had been made by hermit mages.
That cultivated their magic through ages.
They were called the Sons of Light.
Despite their might, they did not fight.
They captured lightning with practice and patience,
Transmuted the light into something to trade with.
The land was transformed by what they had made.
Honest work was the only way to a day's wage.
Governments could not confiscate from their patrons.
War had to be funded by people's own wages.
Violence helped little in taking from others
So all work together, one with another.
All did contribute, and with less corruption
They built and they built, almost no interruption.
