Clann
Never a wonder to whom we belong’d.
In days of yore, side by side did we run,
Our hearts ever strumming the constant song,
Always together through the snow and sun.
To gilded destinies, away we flew.
A shining horizon, a subtle trap.
Wings beat onward into the Icy Blue.
The distance pulled the strings taut ‘til they snapped.
Facing the fire, figures huddled from cold,
Tales of the Fall brighten the gloomy night.
Stories mark clearly the lost tribe of old
Our flights' decaying arcs did reunite
The harp restrung plucks its tentative tune
Crackling fire starts to melt frozen moon.
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