Daughters of Wind and Bones

thetookybird

I wrote a poem, a while ago, inspired by the Wyresses. Am I crazy for posting it? Probably. Yet, I love that slice of lore, and Wyrd in general, within this setting so very much.

Nature was our first ministry,
the ever-lasting breath we took.
For ours were the spirits they spoke
from ash, and bone -- unfettered.

And here upon the land will we stand,
all we have to keep thy bonds safe.
Taken and torn, for the wrathful do take;
but, hearts and Names shall always remain.

For we come from them, the dying breaths!
From the beauteous and imperishable,
and to those spirits most cherishable
shall we return -- as we too give our last breath.

Remember me well, my darling Sisters.
For by the winds and by the rains,
I will etch each of your Names;
upon the verdant path I take.