We set forth
a retinue
with steed and cart
so we roved the land
stealthily
we salled out
to find new shores
as the presage led
set sail, ye hearts
into sea of hope
the druid blessed
this mount forseen
we grudged no pains
we faced distress
yet a glowing wick
kindles fire…
a like a liminal place
a dormant beacon we faced
the haven foretold
a fortress of ages to come
at the rise of a new dawn
woke the daughter of the sun
wafted on black wings
vastly soaring boding skies
we followed
the rites of old
as we stook out
the ordained new land
we held our breath
as the skies got black
and a storm arose
a swarm of crows
lo and behold!
the black birds branched out
a circle wide
(adiantunne ni exverti ni nappisetu)
in the riven skies
they limned the nemeton
of the fulgent hill
the presage witnessed
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