Fragment 1: Legend of the Fall

Towers they had not…

for what desire … can fly above the stars

deep caves some… were,

… the core of planets basking warm,

… most broad … fields and gardens lay,

Scales shelter strong against … night [or] day,

Basked … tens and hundreds in the verdant valleys

… the world newborn.

Homes … in curving rows.

Boundaries true, [they had none?] …

there are no bounds upon the winds.

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Stonecraft they practiced not, nor wood, nor metal…,

Song and story masters mani[fest]…,

They sang the spheres in patterned moons[?]

Aided Apeiron in the tapestry of worlds

Linking each to each in subtle … symphonies.

As all … [flying?] things, theirs was the realm of air,

… notes hung thereon the vibrant resonance of sky.

Soloists were some, but their choral chants [more?],

The ringing singing scales of sonorous…

Would dance the very day across the sky, … [play] in the night.

If not for they the… [Lost Name], then dance and song and story would be not at all.

[Lost Name] were the first infused with Maker’s joy,

earliest and eldest of the races of the world.

Rejoicing o’er all that He had made.  

[Now forgotten, almost entire]

Fragment 2: A Lay Of Ossian, husband, father, friend – before he walked the path of silent stars

Its song was incarnate joy

Yet twisted soon to shame,

Lost was the instrument to folly

And to blame,

Lost to all our kind, yet sought forever still,

Instead we filled our bottomless hearts with

Beauties lesser unfulfilled.

Filled and filled and filled to bursting

With echoing emptiness,

The song was dead

The sight was blind

All to the ash conferred.

From such ash as this, I musn’t ask,

Must not I speak the question,

Can such ash into beauty grow?

Every scale upon my hide,

screams across the ‘spanse of sky “No.”