"Ours is the shadow as it is light."

[Jentos 6928]

Tense, grave notes rumbled. 

 

They rumbled from great golden strings. 

 

Plucked by the black-clawed fingers of a prince. 

 

The song rose, and echoed - danced in the great blacks halls of places low and dark. Sung for the heart of the gargantuan, which watched with eyes like burning diamonds. 

 

 

 

 

“Persveeeek-h nomenoiii jennu, jennu whedab bepruciiic,

 

Tir yth confn, wer siheiiii - di Azdromoth-hhh, wer sihei di Dragur,

 

Ekesssss, majak vinult - ekesssss jikmadair guawyi,

 

Vinult - ekessss wer pral wiapir myink,

 

Sihe di wer inhelk, gra'kul di coita docar,

 

Sjach batobot gethrisjiiiic grover,

 

Wux re wer sonear di guawyi kagh yth re wer sihei di wer irral kitril di shio draushum,

 

Yth re wer xurwk di jennu Dragur,

 

 Yth re draushum,

 

 Yth re inhelk kagh yth re docar,

 

Kkaghhhh persvek hesi rocen yth tues relgas,

 

Hesini ui wer drong tobor,

 

Hesini ui wer versss,

 

Hesini ui sjach lae coi ui mitne,

 

Wer ethimic, wer morne, wer skaulixra,

 

Kagh persvek hesi rocen -- yth tues wer treskri’ethimir.” 

 

In silence, the World wept. In silence, the darkness ate. The strings, golden, were plucked one last time. And bless the Third-Eye rang thrice again.