The next from the plains, in the moon's shadow,
Through custom, through ritual, trailing the moon
Where her phases, her wax and her wane, controlled
The tide of his blood, and his warrior's hand 40
Ascended through hierarchies of space into light.
UNDER THE AUTUMN TWILIGHT:
One with absences, known by departures,
The dark swordswoman at the heart of fire:
Her glories the space between words,
The cradlesong recollected in age,
Recalled at the edge of awakening and thought. 50
UNDER THE AUTUMN TWILIGHT:
One in the heart of honor, formed by the sword, 55
By the centuries' flight of the kingfisher over the land,
By Solamnia ruined and risen, rising again
Where the heart ascends into duty.
As it dances, the sword is forever an heirloom.