Horns of the Hills
From far off […], we earthen climb
to […] our sites, we planned.
And there we found, […] creatures stone,
[…] horns were curved and grand.
While stoned […] grazed, two crests had clashed
With no ire in their […].
Our quarries shook, the mountains […],
their crashing […] by all.
As brothers […], their clashing rang,
their horns had […] the sky.
Atop the […] of blooming hills, a Wanderer stood by.
[…] verdant eyes, she peered within
their […] with life aflame.
Though slate and […] their bodies were made,
their spirits […] claimed
- […] scribed by Frey[…] […]drin.
Stones of the Wolds, Part 1
In the early days, as stone […] new
[…] ancient earth […] toiled.
Beneath a […] of rumbling skies,
as deep […] of fire boiled.
Across […] hills, up mountain peaks,
the Keeper’s […] was heard.
To survey […] for future holds,
[…] arid earth now stirred.
From stone […] soil, rose shoots of life,
[…] crags and […] ravines.
Above […] trees, strode verdant feet:
A Wanderer of Green.
Stones of the Wolds, Part 2
Though grass […] took, their growth had slowed.
The Wanderer knelt down,
Puzzled […] on ivory face.
On wilted leaves, […] frowned.
'This […] is dry, this sky is fierce
And fire […] below.
Come, children of the stone […] hand.
[…], help the waters flow.’
And as she […], we carved and shaped
[…] craggy hills that reeled.
'With waters […], and songs of life,
[…] harmony, it healed.’
Stones of the Wolds, Part 3
<The stone tablet has been eroded by time and weather alike. Many of the words appear to be missing.
‘From west to east, these streams will […]’
She spoke with gentle […].
'From […] glades, where waters pool
[…] rivers life blood surge.’
For when I […], this charge is yours.
Come, […] these lands with care.
To shape the streams, guide […]'s gift.
My […] words, you’ll share.’
And […] she left, her staff in hand,
we earthen […] and mourned.
Yet bound by […], no longer held,
to nature’s wolds we’re sworn.
- Her […] words […] by […] chosen Frey[…] […]drin.