I wandered beyond

the dawnward spires of destiny

I walked to the edge of night,

seeking some older place than the

horizon's edge,

some dreamland

of prime and central sorceries,

drawn by birdsong

and the howling of wolves.

The earth whispers its secrets

in the tongues of beasts,

leading me to some new fate,

ordained by other hands

than the luminous ones

that shaped my purpose.

Down now some new and secret path

beyond the senses' farthest wall,

where spring and sunset conjure

a path eternal,

in lands untouched by the Shadow.

I see them in my dreams,

the ones who tried to shape the world,

and the hues that cloaked their purpose.

Greycloak, my friend, my brother,

Kinder and wiser than all.

Whitecloak, my master,

skilled and refined,

who seeks to control the world.

I wander now, with the birds and the beasts,

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treading the paths hidden

upon the earth to the ether

in dimensions nemoral,

seeking, ever-seeking

wonders and dreams and worlds ulterior.

In this interim of days,

clad in the hue of tree and soil,

I wander the fantastic and mooted ways

where walk the beasts of legend.

At night,

I see some ancient ghost

of a bygone light,

Some undeparting presence,

gracious and majestic,

that whispers to me my purpose:

I am a dreamer of the unknowable,

I am a servant of the Secret Fire...

For us the grief, for us the mystery

not given wholly unto dream and dust:

immortal life, yet a mutable purpose.

Upon these shadowed shores,

at the edge of the known world,

I see the waves,

the push and pull of the moon

upon the slumberous seas,

where the fates govern

the tides of time and truth.

Beyond that sea lies home,

a dream beyond memory,

a name spoken in tongues,

evoking echoes

of forgotten lullabies.

One day, I may return,

But not until the world ends,

When all that is green and good

has faded away.

For me, there is

no promised land

but this.