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For love of one above, who lone must stand
the pearl of the soul of the world in her hand
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Created on 2012-01-10 04:03:56 (#1406003), last updated 2012-02-14 (724 weeks ago)
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| Name: | The Aeriel |
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On Avaric's white plain where the icarus now wings To steeps of Terrain from Tour-of-the-Kings, |
And damozels twice-seven his brides have all become; A far cry from heaven and a long road from home-- |
Then strong-hoof of the starhorse must hallow him unguessed If adamant's edge is to plunder his breast. |
Then, only, may the Warhorse and Warrior arise To rally the warhosts, and thunder the skies. |
But first there must assemble those the icari would claim; A bride in the temple must enter the flame, |
Steeds found for the secondborn beyond the dust deepsea, And new arrows reckoned, a wand given wings-- |
So that when a princess royal shall have tasted of the tree, Then far from Esternesse's city, these things: |
A gathering of gargoyles, a feasting on the stone, The witch of Westernesse's hag overthrown. |
Whereafter shall commence such a cruel, sorcerous war To wrest recompense for a land leaguered sore. |
With a broadsword bright burning, a shadow black as night, From exile returning, shall champion the fight |
For love of one above who, flag unfurled, lone must stand, The pearl of the soul of the world in her hand. |
When Winterock to water falls flooding, foes to drown, Ravenna's own daughter shall kindle the crown. |
[Roleplaying journal, based on Meredith Ann Pierce's Darkangel trilogy. Not in any way, shape, or form related to the author; not making any money; just having some fun. Icons from Hollow Art, of Clémence Poésy. I am also not her.]
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