Friday, July 13, 2012

A Sonnet to the four Directions

We hail the Guardians of the East, that They
May, with their breath, their wisdom us bestow
Oh tell us what our ancestors do say
And how the gods of old would have us grow.

We hail the Guardians of the South, their flame
Will kindle in our breasts the passion to
Remake the world according to Her name
And cause the oracles to write anew

We hail the Guardians of the West, we see
A distant land across the ocean. There
We go at dusk of living to be free
And seek the West when change we know is near.

Now to the North, where gnomes and dwarves do dwell
We turn and know the earth, and all is well

by Morgaine O'Herne, 2012
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