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Title: The Firstlings

Author: Lylyth Mordayn

The first shall be

ancient of days,

ancient of lore, into

which the others

shall fall.

There shall come five

unto each of the

childern

and they shall give

The edge of promyse

And the gauntlet shall

Be taken up

To be cast

To be riven

To be delved

And the five shall

seek the wisdom

Of ages past

Of days of yore

And of the ancients

Of this land

In truen fashion

In truen wonder

In truen belief

And so the childern

Of men...untaynted

Shall offer promyse

And the curse

Shall be as smoke

In the silent wynd.

All shall be forgiven

When the childern

Of my secret

And foreboding heart

Gather in the forests

Of my conception

In the dark hours

And the golden eyes

Of one who waits

And of his curse

Are we driven...

Yet he loves

His childern still

And the Eastern Hand

Shall point the way

To salvation...

Beware his wrath

Beware the mysteries

And ye who dare love

The childern I bore

Beware...the curse...

Only

The strongest heart

Will prevail...

Only love that dwarfs

The ancient stars

Will be

Enough...

And only the man

With the patience

Of the Eagle

And the courage

Of the Lion

And the cunning

Of the panther

And the mind

Of the sage

Will win her heart.