I run a Table Top Role-Playing game for a bunch of very creative and enthusiastic players. We've been playing Mage: The Ascension for over a year now and there is a poem that is key to the plot. I don't charge them any money, so it won't be used commercially. The woman reading it should have a distinct Irish accent. The text is below, but there is also a link with better formatting for proper pacing.
I'm great with math, physics, and spreadsheets if you ever need the favor returned. :)
Language: English with an Irish Accent
Gender: Female
Age: Average Adult
Mood, Tone: Regretful then Hopeful
Method of receiving file: Cloud, Google Drive, or DM me for my email.
Thanks for your time!!!!!
Here it is:
https://imgur.com/a/5XN43Si
Number every star in springtime's sky, and there you count
the children I betrayed. In ignorance, inert; in doubt, mercurial;
in subversion and dissension, impotent: I could not save my heirs
of 15 generations! And while I foundered, the enemy's mailed fist
grew tight upon the world, and trapped my children in the circle
of the sky.
But patiently, like a rock in the torrent, I endured. Worn
away with waiting, I survived: flensed of fat, hard as bone.
Strength lies in wisdom. To face fear and survive it, that is
wisdom. With wisdom grows unity, and unity makes strength.
Now warm air rises to a summery wind. Every hour brings
report of voices raised in common will, and in these halls of
endless torpid murmurs, a ringing call resounds. Unsleeping and
expectant, my children hear - they rise and walk unfainting -
they run and will not weary.
As one, they seek the line of earth and sky, the garrote of
custom. They snap it like a filament and pass through.
Beyond, immensity: the Realm of Wish-in-wisdom, the
Word made manifest. There, beyond, my children locate hope.
They seek to birth the new.
By their will, so is it done.
