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