The wind strikes the surface
The earth eager and noisy
The fire reddens the irons
the tears and the dust
The blood of the trees, viscera of sap brown
Born from the veins of those of Awynn
In the Stone Fields
Where the creatures sleep
smoke and ashes
The smell wine and meat
Nourish the hollow paths
Until the last bend
The songs of the earth
Descend into the depths of Anwynn
Until the ears of those who walk
Their flesh and wood merge into sinuous lines
Against the breath of their chest
they twist their hands to the phalanges of twigs
The songs of the earth
Descend into the depths of Anwynn
the naked limbs of those of Anwynn
Fragile as glass
Follow the course of the rivers
Extend in black shreds
In the footsteps of a thousand others
the cries of those above
Their laughter and their suffering
cross them in silence
Barely a trace
br/>In their vegetable flesh
they continue their march
Those of Anwynn cannot change
In their hands
The memories of the surface flow away
br/>In their bowels
the tree of worlds takes root
the gaping hole in its belly
Is their cavernous mouth
With the smell of ashes and humus
the leaves that rise into the sky
Bear the stigmata of their skin
From above the songs of mortals
Rhythm to their silent march

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