It feels as if a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders, and that I now stagger about surprised at how easy it is to move.
I feel as if I am floating instead of crawling.
I feel as if I am floating instead of crawling.
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O, Where is the lonely hill?
O, Where is the warrior?
Where is the splintered shield?
Where is the saber?
Where has the rider gone?
Where are his kindred?
Alas for their duty!
Alas for their courage!
Never shall they drink again!
Never shall they revel!
Heavy is the sword in hand.
Heavier is the shield.
Heavy is the hurt in heart.
Heavier is the sorrow.
Here is the splintered shield.
Here is the saber.
Here is the lonely hill.
Here is the warrior.
Quote from: A parchment covered in notes and musical notation
Spring's First Blooming
A long time ago our Mother and our Father grieved.
They grieved and their hearts became filled with sadness.
For in their hearts they desired children.
But alas, they were as barren as the land!
So bereaved were they that they set out on a great journey.
They set out to hear the wisdom of their Master.
For their Master was wise and powerful and the whole realm was his to command.
And so they journeyed, their hearts filled with sadness and despair, but also with the seed of hope.
And so, and so, and so.
And so they journeyed long and far. They eventually reached their Master.
And so they bowed before Him. They told Him of their woes and desires.
And so He looked upon his servants. He saw the Father's sorrow and the Mother's tears.
And so He said to them, "You shall have your children."
And so, and so, and so.
And so He reached a hand out into the world.
And so He plunged a hand into the sands.
And so He dug.
And so He dug.
And so, and so, and so.
And so He scooped up the sand and laid it out in a ring.
And so He scooped until he reached the clay beneath the sand.
And so He scooped up the clay and laid it out upon the sand.
And so He formed the clay into the shapes of bodies.
And so He scooped down into the clay until he found the Spring.
And so, and so, and so.
And so He dug out the mouth of the Spring.
And so the Spring Waters bubbled forth.
And so the Water filled the hole that he had dug.
And so the desert around it bloomed into life.
And so, and so, and so.
Bushes and cactuses and trees and vines sprouted forth and grew.
And as the water reached the bodies of clay,
They too bloomed to life.
To our Mother and Father he said - "Here are your children."
He blew, and into the wind he breathed the breath of wisdom.
There we were, opening our eyes, taking our first breaths, thinking our first thoughts!
Upon the wind we heard a song.
In this song we heard our first words.
The words were "Ynys Eilir."
The Spring was singing to us.
This song was full of love.
The love of our Mother.
The love of our Father.
The love of the Land itself for us.
We looked around ourselves in wonder.
This was the day the first flower of Spring bloomed.