A Tiefling's Exultation by Sam Weiss

A Tiefling's Exultation

By Sam Weiss

A plane-touched soul am I,

Yet I'll wallow in no sty.

Unique in body and mind,

More wonderful you'll not find.

I wander the endless planes,

Treading guild, and hall and fane.

My parents I may never know,

Yet all the planes I'll show.

That we are not born to station,

Hear my Tiefling's Exultation.

They call up spawned in the pits,

And on us they would all spit.

You say I am from the Abyss,

But to the Good I bring bliss.

And though my horns are of Baator,

To my friends I have never been a traitor.

And no matter your personal tastes,

Mine are not for the Grey Wastes.

So hear me this is no lamentation,

It is my Tiefling's Exultation.

All you noble and pure,

Are quick to judge and sure,

That I am not fit for you,

And this may well be true.

For though you turn me from your door,

I always have a place for the poor.

And since you are always right,

I must seek another Light.

Somewhere in Creation,

Is a place for a Tiefling's Exultation.

Struggling just to survive,

I must do more and thrive.

There is nothing I set myself to,

That I can never do.

All things are there for me,

And soon alll will see.

How high above I can rise,

Above your hurtful lies.

Then you will know the sensation,

Of a Tiefling's Exultation.