Grook acrostic, by Ikiepu

Uttering prayers in ulangian tongues, he goes
Leaving the mother-island of the Grook, westwards on.
As he reaches the Sapience shore, what great visage!
Never 'd he seen such beauty, and he bows in awe
Greater that he'd ever dreamed in many a ulangian night
Its grandeur crafted by gods, shimmering in silver light.

Greeting the people of the continent, this grook smiles
Rushing on to explore these foreign parts, he flies
On to know this continent of beauty, in magic and in art
Only exhausted he stops, at a seashore, then he cries
Key to his memories, the moon and the sea, touch his innermost part
So far away, he is in Sapience, but in Ulangi is forever his heart.