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	It's hands a haven for me. <br>		It's hands a haven for me. <br>
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	==The Making of the Moon-Isles ==		==The Making of the Moon-Isles ==
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==The Making of the Moon-Isles ==
''Preserved and translated by Cheile-Ceol ''

The waves wash here 
Lap on shore 
Motion has polished the rocks 
And ground the sand 
If you look close 
And walk when the moons are dark 
Eluned will sometimes offer up a gift 
A piece of our fates among the sands -- 

Dark black glass 
Tumbled in the tides 
Cracked, but the edges worn smooth 
A piece of the Dragon's Moon 
Washed at your feet 
Cradled it in a nest of foam. 

You may think to take it 
You may think this treasure yours 
But Drogor considers it his -- 

The moon's bursting and falling down, 
Stirred our seas and Drogor swelled 
A beautiful storm! 
The walls of water plunged up as a fountain 
As if to replace the space of the Dragon's moon! 
The world shaken like a toddler's toy 
Waves sweeping over bounds, 
To clean the shoulders of this world. 
Drogor laughed! Sweet splashing! 
Twas then the seas grew salty from the spice of dragon shell! 
The veil of water fell everywhere 
All the world tasted Drogor's draught 
All wet and seasoned with his delight, 
Til at last he summoned the sea 
Back to its beds. 

Touch not his treasure, 
Lest you stir his wrath. 
Let it lie for all to wonder. 
Let Eluned's fingers reach up again, 
Let her palm pluck it 
And return it to Drogor's depth 
For He will pursue the sailor who steals his shell, 
The collector who claims his carapace 
The wanderer who would have his winnings -- 
Nay, Traveler let that treasure lie. 

Behold the bit of what has formed our world... 
Fragments from afar: 
When the moon fell and carved the crater -- 
The moan of the moon's-mold our melody -- 
The spray, Eluned's sweet breath: 
We who dwell on its rim 
Rise each morning to behold 
The sun rise o'er our shell-shard sea-pearls 
Islands of the moon, beyond which Drogor dwells -- 
For Drogor has put them there to play upon 
There his storms are fiercest 
His delight most dreadful, 
There the old Searekker* himself, 
Seeks to stir his storms, 
Even the sheltered shrink. 

But still, the sea is the sand's-heaven -- 
It's hands a haven for me.