[Amaric Singspear] Scraps

[Amaric Singspear]

Scraps of things for later reference/development/use.

[Amaric Singspear]

Drykas Folk-Song/Campfire Song



The South Wind whispered through the plains
and along the riversides,
a gentle zephyr of promised love
as the Storm Lord kissed his bride.
The Sea of Grass bent to his words
in a great and joyful tide;
the Goddess stirred and smiled then
and sweetly she replied.

The West Wind broke into mighty song
turning even the boldest to hide,
his devotion, awoken, now filled the air
where it shall forever reside.
To his voice, now, she added hers;
the grasses softly sighed,
taking her lover to her breast
to watch the fierce hawks glide.

And the North Wind danced now through the camps
in the light by the fire side,
across the grass where the glassbeaks hunt
and the Drykas bravely ride.
The Mother Mizahar swayed with him
with beauty, grace, and pride;
pride for the flowing, fleet-hoofed herds
where her sacred children stride.

At last, the East Wind caressed her hair
and kissed her deep and wide;
their passion the scent of heaving earth
as the summer storm subsides.
She drew him close, and clasped his face,
all burdens cast aside,
embracing upon the Sea of Grass
entwined and satisfied.