Lament of the Circle of Seven Daggers
Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 10:38 am
Lament of the Circle of Seven Daggers
Where are the druids of the Rystall?
Where is the circle that was glory?
Where are the fang and the ranger?
…and our tattered stories?
Where are the hand on the bowstring and the feral eyes glowing?
Where are Daggersprings and our harpers?
…and our families - like tall trees growing?
They have burned away like mist in the mountains
Gone like a whisper in the forest
A haze abounds now in the west, midst a fierce shadow stirring
Who shall ease this dread and salve our aching hearts? …for homes that even now in our memories are burning?
Behold, silver tears
Like rain
On the face of our forest…
She, who has always been our mother, will again take us in
Where are the druids of the Rystall?
Where is the circle that was glory?
Where are the fang and the ranger?
…and our tattered stories?
Where are the hand on the bowstring and the feral eyes glowing?
Where are Daggersprings and our harpers?
…and our families - like tall trees growing?
They have burned away like mist in the mountains
Gone like a whisper in the forest
A haze abounds now in the west, midst a fierce shadow stirring
Who shall ease this dread and salve our aching hearts? …for homes that even now in our memories are burning?
Behold, silver tears
Like rain
On the face of our forest…
She, who has always been our mother, will again take us in
