I have seen you, Eyes on the Perch,
Wink of the Shadows
Hear me and know the Fate of your Passing
Keepers of the pale meadows, our song stretches the plains
Our curse is a black whisper, a cavern open, a feast of the forgotten,
You tread the bones of the valley, the grave of my fathers
The grasses claw beneath you.
I stand upon the rock of the First Rain,
Daughter of the Hills, Blood of the West Sky,
I am born of the Waters sprung from wounds pierced in the skin of the Mountains
I carry the Spear of Starkhorn, Frost-Heart, Ghost of the Cradle
For none but I does the wind sing in the slender boughs
For none but I do the leaves cast down to weave a cloth at my feet
For I am the shimmer of light in the grove
I am the Moon on the river
The Swallows circle the skies, in my name is the cry of the cliffs
Where I walk the stones tremble
For the Mountain curves his arms to my side
And lifts the waters to my mouth
And spins the night with thunder to carry my Dance
art: Raphael Lacoste & Yaroslav Gerzhedovich
