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Solamnic Death Chant
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Return this man to Huma's breast:
Let him be lost in sunlight,
In the chorus of air where breath is translated;
At the sky's border receive him.
Beyond the wild, impartial skies
Have you set your lodgings,
In cantonments of stars, where the sword aspires
In an arc of yearning, where we join in singing.
Grant to him a warrior's rest.
Above our singing, above song itself,
May the ages of peace converge in a day,
May he dwell in the heart of Paladine.
And set the last spark of his eyes
In a fixed and holy place
Above words and the borrowed land too loved
As we recount the ages.
Free from the smothering clouds of war
As he once rose in infancy,
The long world possible and bright before him,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Upon the torches of stars
was mapped the immaculate glory of childhood;
From that wronged and nestling country,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Let the last surge of his breath
Perpetuate wine, the attar of flowers;
From the vanguard of love, the last to surrender,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
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Take refuge in the cradling air
From the heart of the sword descending,
From the weight of battle on battle;
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Above the dreams of ravens where
His dreams first tried a rest beyond changing,
From the yearning for war and the war''s ending,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Only the hawk remembers death
In a late country; from the dusk,
From the fade of the senses, we are thankful that you,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Then let his shade to Huma rise
Out of the body of death, of the husk unraveling;
From the lodging of mind upon nothing, we are thankful that you,
Lord Huma, deliver him.
Beyond the wild, impartial skies
Have you set your lodgings,
In cantonments of stars, where the sword aspires
In an arc of yearning, where we join in singing.
Return this man to Huma's breast
Beyond the wild, impartial skies;
Grant to him a warrior's rest
And set the last spark of his eyes
Free from the smothering clouds of wars
Upon the torches of the stars.
Let the last surge of his breath
Take refuge in the cradling air
Above the dreams of ravens where
Only the hawk remembers death.
Then let his shade to Huma rise
Beyond the wild, impartial skies.
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Chant of Years
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You pass through these, unharmed, unchanging
but now you see them
strung on our words on your own conceiving
as you pass from night to awareness of night
to know that remorse is the calm of philosophers
that its price is forever
that it draws you through meteors
through winter's transfixion
through the blasted rose
through the shark's water
through the black compression of oceans
through rock through magma
to yourself to an abscess of nothing
that you will recognize as nothing
that you will know is coming again and again
under the same rules.
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Song of Lost Sight
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Let the eye surrender, if it offends the People,
Let its last song ride on the blade of the chieftains,
Let it fall like a dark stone into memory,
And in memory let it reside and dwell,
Phantom of light on the wall of the heart
Stored like a dead thing in amber.
Let its last song ride on the blade of the chieftains.
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Legend
of Firebrand
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In the country of the blind,
Where the one-eyed man is king
And the stones are eyes of gods,
Are pathways to remembering,
There three centuries of gloom
Pass under rending, drought, and wars,
Until the Firebrand comes to us
Upon his brow a dozen stars.
Out of his wound the stones will speak,
Will lead us from the groves of night
And with the power of life and death
Restore us to forgotten light.
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Shardos' Instructions
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Your one true lover's a sailing ship
That anchors at our pier.
We lift her sails, we man her decks,
We scrub the portholes clear.
They do not understand this part,
They stand around and gape,
They think I'm after dirty things
Instead of your escape.
And, yes, our lighthouse shines for her,
And, yes, our shores are warm;
We steer her into harbor-
Any port in a storm.
The sailors stand upon the docks,
The sailors stand in line,
As thirsty as a dwarf for gold
Or centaurs for cheap wine.
Follow where you saw him go
Out through the corridor,
The legends say his allies
Are those you'ye fought before,
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Follow where you saw him go
Out through the corridor,
The legends say his allies
Are those you'ye fought before,
I can't make hide nor hair of that;
You should expect the worst,
There is a legend tied to this
I'll save for the final verse.
For all the sailors love her
And flock to where she's moored,
Each man hoping that he might
Go down, all hands on board.
No matter what you see or hear
Avoid the thirteenth stone,
And no matter what you think
Leave the crown alone.
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Song of Courage
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Even the night must fail,
For light sleeps in the eyes
And dark becomes dark on dark
Until the darkness dies.
Soon the eye resolves
Complexities of night
Into stillness, where the heart
Falls into fabled light.
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The Bird Song
of Wayreth Forest
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Easeful the forest, easeful its mansions perfected
Where we grow and decay no longer, our trees ever green,
Ripe fruit never falling, streams still and transparent
As glass, as the heart in repose this lasting day.
Beneath these branches the willing surrender of movement,
The business of birdsong, of love, left on the borders
With all of the fevers, the failures of memory.
Easeful the forest, easeful its mansions perfected.
And light upon light, light as dismissal of darkness,
Beneath these branches no shade, for shade is forgotten
In the warmth of the light and the cool smell of the leaves
Where we grow and decay; no longer, our trees ever green.
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Here there is quiet, where music turns in upon silence,
Here at the world's imagined edge, where clarity
Completes the senses, at long last we behold
Ripe fruit never falling, streams still and transparent.
Where the tears are dried from our faces, or settle,
Still as a stream in accomplished countries of peace,
And the traveler opens, permitting the voyage of light
As air, as the heart in repose this lasting day.
Easeful the forest, easful the mansions perfected
Where we grow and decay no longer, our trees ever green,
Ripe fruit never falling, streams still and transparent
As air, as the heart in repose this lasting day.
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Funeral Song for Solamnic
Knights
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Return this man to Huma's breast
Beyond the wild, impartial skies;
Grant him a warrior's rest
And set the last spark of his eyes
Free from the smothering clouds of wars,
Upon the torches of the stars.
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Let the last surge of his breath
Take refuge in the cradling air
Above the dreams of ravens, where
Only the hawk remembers death.
Then let his shade to Huma rise,
Beyond the wild, impartial skies.
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Story of Firebrand
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In the country
of the blind,
Where the one-eyed man is king
And the stones are eyes of gods,
Are pathways to remembering,
There three centuries of gloom
Pass under rending, drought, and wars,
Until the Firebrand comes to us
Upon his brow a dozen stars.
Out of his wound the stones will speak,
Will lead us from the groves of night
And with the power of life and death
Restore us to forgotten light.
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First Bayard Brightblade I give you,
Who rules over Castle di Caela...
We remember Bayard Brightblade...
And Ramiro of the Maw,
Enormous in yearning and battle...
We remember Ramiro of the Maw...
And Sir Galen, Keeper of the one stone,
Whose name in our language means "healer"…
We remember Galen Pathwarden...
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