Weaving the Wheel (book)
Weaving the Wheel
Songs of the Prydaen, Volume One
-Ra'sulor Israe
Foreword
It is a long-standing custom of the people to record their history, not in written form, but in songs, chants and stories passed down from elder to kit. Hereafter is an accounting of two songs traditional to the Prides, part of the normal teaching given to all kits as they grow within our society.
Tradition holds that "A Mother's Lament" was written by Cemsiat's mother herself, in response to the sorrow which became an undying part of her life after the spiritual downfall of her only son. It is said that she blamed herself for not having seen his internal struggle against the edict handed down by Demrris, and his unreasoning need to revenge the wrong he perceived had been done to him.
History tells us that "Twilight's Journey" is one of oldest verbal works the people possess, detailing a perception of the cycle of birth to death for the people, and their eventual resting place within Tenemlor's arms, free of the struggles and hardships of life, at least until one is ready to once again be reborn.
A Mother's Lament
The very day I met your eyes
Across a battlefield
Though not of war, nor dying men
But secrets not revealed
The treachery you held inside
Well hidden from my sight
Manipulations carried out
Upon your soul a blight
Would that I knew that day your heart
Of what you would become
Question not my shame at how
You surely did succumb
Through sun and moon your plans bore fruit
So you could strike the blow
To slay against the Gods decree
The death of kin bestowed
How could you, Cemsiat, keep on
Betray your kith and kin
A single choice, a heartbeat's span
Forever stained with sin
No more my son, and n'er again
You simply cease to be
Demrris has proclaimed your fate
So you are dead to me
And as you stumble toward the light
Your torment left unquenched
Your shame inspires greater heights
Your anguish my lament
Twilight's Journey
Spun from threads of blackest night
And rays of brightest day
Into this world, the lands of Eu
Each kit will find its way
Out of the darkness comes a voice
Beguiling, soft and sweet
And each kit knows the day will come
When once again we'll meet
From first uncertain steps abroad
When all of life is new
Through lessons learned while on the hunt
Your life I shall review
I am the dark, I am the light
I am surcease from pain and strife
Within my arms you'll come to rest
By the Wheel of Life possessed
From mountains, plains and desert dunes
Within the forest twilight
All you, my kin, shall greet me here
At the very edge of night
But while your day is strong and bright
My brother guides your way
And I, the silent sister, wait
As you, your life, assay
I'll be there your time is nigh
When life can see its end
The Wheel of Life shall beckon you
And so you shall ascend
I am the dark, I am the light
I am surcease from pain and strife
Within my arms you'll come to rest
By the Wheel of Life possessed