The Ring With Two Gems

For she who names us, it is she who claims us

For we have doomed us, but we can persist

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The fire wreathed Kesh looks down below until she rests

When her shadow stretches outwards then inwards her love grows cold

And in this cold is cut the gems of mother and daughter

A land in five pieces, a Goddess in three

From "Dallathvos and other Stanzas" by Saint Tomevel Raleigh the Suitable