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The Bird Song of the Wayreth Forest (Reprise)
From DragonLance Legends Volume 3 (pages 48-49)
Novel by Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman
Poetry by Michael Williams
Song of larks:
The light in the eastern skies
Is still and always morning,
It alters the renewing air
Into belief and yearning.
And larks rise up like angels,
Like angels larks ascend
From sunlit grass as bright as gems
Into the cradling wind.
Song of ravens:
The plain light in the east
Contrives out of the dark
The machinery of day
The diminished song of the lark.
But the ravens ride the night
And the darkness west,
The wing beat of their hearts
Large in a buried nest.
Song of owls:
Through night the season ride into the dark,
The years surrender in the changing lights,
The breath turns vacant on the dusk or dawn
Between the abstract days and nights.
For there is always corpselight in the fields
And corposants above the slaughterhouse,
And at deep noon the shadowy vallenwoods
Are bright at the topmost boughs.
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