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The Chronicles of Kulgar Hakonson |
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Oh! do not cry, my love
do not cry, my love
do not cry, my love
For All is Done,
The End is come.Wisdom rests not upon the Brow
Council no longer Held
for how could They be as One, my love?
How could They be as One?
How could They be as One
When the Thief has stolen Justice?And how was Justice used, my love?
It was drowned within the Salty Brine!
Like an unwanted cat, it was
like an unwanted cat
Justice was like an unwanted cat
Drowned and then forgotten.But do not cry, my love
My love
Through the Mist
shall Justice rise
Through the Flame
shall It be lost
Through the Soil
shall It be found
Recovered
Rediscovered
But remaining UnreclaimedThus shall Justice circulate
from the One and to the Other
One and Five Score hands exchanged
the last to wield It
shall be King,
And the King shall be the Last
and First
To Join the Three as One.In peasant dress then is He come
when the most Ancient
of Ancients
are ancient and gone,
The peasant King comes and
all is beheld
a Stupid Man
a Stupid ManAnd Dumb and Lost is His Champion,
Serving not the King as King
but serving Him as Less,
Lusting for that which is Golden
And for that which is GoneAnd Foolish and Lowly is His Councilor,
Serving not the King as King
but serving Him as Less,
offering Nothing to All
And keeping Everything for NoneAnd Unwashed and Untamed is His Executioner,
Serving not the King as King
but serving Him as Less,
Destroying All that is the Cause of evil
and All that is the Cause of Good
for no other Cause than
The Cause of Destruction.So shall the King return, my love
so shall the King return
The King shall return
to His Kingdom of Slaves
and Cry
and Cry
and CryAnd so shall the Will of the All of the Isles
Voice with One voice,
Swear with One swear
To pledge the most Holy and
Holiest Pledge:
To serve not the King
but The Unholy Demon;
To do all It's bidding
And all as It bidsAnd the Lands shall flow and flood
with Blood
And the Oceans shall swell and rise
with Blood
And all of the All shall
Drown
in Blood
Nor Fish or Fowl escape its tide.Oh! do not cry, my love
do not cry, my love
do not cry, my foolish love
It is only wasted tears you shed
For All is Done,
The End is come.
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Unpublished work © 1991...jm |
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