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.
![](btief.gif)
![](gc_butn.gif)