Olidammara's Disguise

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Underneath the golden veils of dawn, where laughter is a prayer and lies are kind,
There wanders one whose eyes bear both grace and guile
A lesser child of heaven, Don Filippo
Bearing the sigil of Olidammara upon his heart

He treads the Gilded Plains with boots torn by truth
And a tongue sharpened by mercy’s mirth
Where warlords bargain and kings proclaim
He plants the seed of peace beneath their pride
Through feasts and taverns, through halls of pomp and dust
He weaves his charm as others weave deceit
Yet his deceit is kind
His lies are lanterns in a storm

Sing, oh lutes of laughter and wine
Of the saint who jests and the sinner divine
He hides his halo in motley array
That peace may walk the world in play

By moonlight’s whisper he dons a dozen names
The mage Osiris, whose eyes burn with stolen stars
Tafferugli, the beggar sage who juggles truths
Pramulli, merchant of miracles and honest fraud
Magellan Potatoes, each jest a prayer
Each tale a seed cast in the fields of men

Raise the goblet to joy and guile
For truth oft wears a crooked smile
He bends the fates with charming hands
And turns deceit to holy plans

He knows that light alone may blind
And mercy, too pure, may wound
Thus he dances between shadow and flame
A charlatan at the edge of faith
Not by sword, nor by sermon’s shout
But by the grace of laughter’s creed
He mends the seams of shattered hope
And calls it worship

There are those who curse his name
Priests too solemn, heroes too proud
But the gods of jest know well his heart
For chaos is the womb of joy
And laughter the crown of light

So sing, ye souls of wandering grace
Of the trickster blessed, the holy face
Through mask and mirth his truth is spun
Peace by folly, good by fun

And when his journey is done
He shall lay down his many names
And Olidammara shall greet him not with hymn
But with a wink
And the sound of eternal laughter