“Time hence this has been long for me.
Yet now it quickens through my fingers,
Sand in my willing hands. I have no hope now.
I have lived for centuries, boy, tis true.
And all those long years, I’ve kept silent my dark secrets,
Hidden in my aged heart, but now I must tell thee,
If no one else, for it is true what they say:
That dark languages rarely survive.”
He thought that all his attempts would be soon lost,
For his life little matter, in the light of his legacy,
For the former soon would finish, the latter remaining
To haunt this child until his mortal end.
“I thought perhaps it be not best to start at my birth,
But my thinking then, perhaps was not the best,
Although to think that it be any better now is fool,
What say you, boy? What would you have said?”
“For true, my friend, I know not enough to say.
My mnd is virgin to the epic lives of those like you,
And I have no comprehension of the timeline of your ways.”
Smiling through the pain, the gentle Knight returned,
“All is well then, fear not. Soon you shall be instructed.
Perhaps my initial thught is good,
That I should stray from my mortal bonds,
The human birth that ties me to this loamy ground.
Indeed, I shall begin... I shall begin with the end,
The death of the Mother, when cruel Fate snatched her far away.
Upon perceiving the goddess’ death,
A great ripple through the folds of life,
I stopped all that I was doing and cried out.
‘O! Great Mother! The wosrt has come!
You have been slain by the hands of men,
High though you are in your heavens,’ I said.
‘O, Pity, O, Horror! O, malevolent Fate!
The world sings, ‘Dischord! Dischord!’
O, malevolent Fate! O hateful Mother!
Leave us not! I beg of thee...’
But I could not mourn well,
For then another of the dark beasts
Attacked at me with death-steel,
And I was forced to abandon my ill greif.
I think it poor to leave a soul as such
Unmourned. Even the basest gods will not stand
Neglecting of their crowned tile-peices.
Do her the honor, please, and give her some sacrafice,
For our Great Mother must not pass unknown by men.
For, true, the trees and earth rippled with her passage,
But men continued fighting, as you know,
Regardless of our loss. O, Dark Lord, thou hellish beast,
With your shadow monsters, attacking at our lands!
Is this what you wanted? Was this your true, dark mean?
I pray not! Indeed, I am nothing jealous that it was not!
I send a curse upon you, O Dark Lord,
That you may never near your goal,
That you fail all the you shall try,
Even death. O, yes, I curse you with immortality,
If you have it not already. But not just
The eternal pulse to I bestow upon you, unlucky Lord,
But the remorse! O, an eternity to feel greif!
What I shall feel in hell if you go unavenged!
Foul wind, carry my curse into his soul,
Lodge it there for all eternity, that he may suffer
Just as well as I, nay, more!
So that I may... Indeed, my friend!
The death is coming now! I fear that I shall not
Complete the tales I’d wished to tell.
I have not the breath to speak much more,
But I must tell you, now, give her the sacrafice!
Please, for my soul’s sake, let not the Mother
Go unmourned, without the flowers on her tomb...”
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