The Name Of The Wind by Wodensthrone
A serpent coils once more, the eye unblinking and vacant
As clouds tumble, broken from the sky as if pierced by
golden spears
A silent voice cries out in mute elation
A memory of sound, eclipsed by the howling of gods
Ealdgast, older than time
The voice of the soill beckons me home
We beseeched the wisfom of the gods
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