UNDER THE AUTUMN TWILIGHT:
The next in a simple light a brother to darkness,
Letting the sword hand try all subtleties, 65
Even the intricate webs of the heart. His thoughts
Are pools disrupted in changing wind -
He cannot see their bottom.
The next the leader, half-elven, betrayed
As the twining blood pulls asunder the land,
The forests, the worlds of elves and men. 75
Called into bravery, but fearing for love,
And fearing that, called into both, he does nothing.
UNDER THE AUTUMN TWILIGHT:
The last from the darkness, breathing the night
Where the abstract stars hide a nest of words,
Where the body endures the wound of numbers,
Surrendered to knowledge, until, unable to bless, 85
His blessing falls on the low, the benighted.