Ciuvienen (before the Great Migration)

Awaken

under stars by the lake
of First Seeing

when the Earth was fetal
yet old beyond our comprehension

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Step Forth

in discovery
and the crafts of artistry

learning to speak
endowing all things with value
and the life within our skills

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Play

under deep
somber skies before Sun and Moon
bounded by mystery
and the pathless unknown

with dark forests that harbor
even darker shapes that move
and follow us

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Grow Wary

filled with a nameless dread
by the shadows that walk in the hills above
and spy from the caverns beneath

eyes upon us with sinister intent
casting a net to snatch away
those who wander from the group
never to be seen again

taken by the Hunter
to dungeons beyond our vision
and tortures beyond our imagining




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Set Forth

under threat
we yet grow
weaving first strings
in the growing tapestry of future legends

and clouds of war / rise to the north
a great rending
impenetrable gloom on the horizon
herald the call
of a great migration
to wonders and rumors more magnificent
than our lake of first vision,
though we no longer feel the eyes of the enemy

Is it true?
Must we depart so soon
from this dark and beloved
dangerous land?
- Where everything throbs with a depth
of infinite beauty and power
that one day, long away
shall fade?

-Werbinox