Part 4

Pale moon of Arador
Sweet Sela sat the feet of Edon
The Clear cleansed in blood
‘neath the tombstones of flood
Her senses raised bitter brawn

In fevered dreams it called
Fist of blood and cavern lit
Aaron’s dirge and Pleon’s ruin
All good houses sewn to swoon
Icy black - a dubious fit

So a veil lifts once more
The dark girl takes her measure
Silent eyes watch Neala spent
Her battered course on rocks now rent
After, in Arreay to unknown treasure

Unbound hands could bend the wind
And make holes in clouded skies
As Malda’s host broke in place
The eyes would tell of her face
Her nameless wrath each decries

Sabetta thought her each creation
A gift to the realm and not of her
Foundry choked black in soot
Firespark insects underfoot
Gods works prone to abjure

In truth, ‘twas Maya - shaft of wood
Heart and eye a cruel device
Raised the tree folk to fight
Gathering up Arendi’s might
Arrows where words won’t suffice

Dreams to one and dreams to each
Images of broken hands
A calling was raised
The pale moon phased
The unification of all lands