Writhe on into the sunset.
A HYMN OF BALANCE
SUNG BY THE FIRST TO THE GREATEST
ACROSS THE BROKEN SEA
What is death to you but food, O lord?
What is death to Dread and shade
But the path back to you
Your strength weighs heavy
Swollen by tithe and mind
Near to balance with ringed sixth
Listen and know I am yours
Keit'Ehr, knife, Dread fulcrum
Ready at the doorstep of light and dark
Poised on the threshold of life and death
THE PIVOT IS YOURS - THE FULCRUM IS YOURS - THE BALANCE TIPS TO NIL
First among reshaped, first to fealty
Sings praise to the will-without-will
Sings praise to the unattended door
Waiting to be opened
When the will-without-will equals Outer strength
And the door unlocks, and the door unseals
And you take its place, and it takes yours, all in balance still
The fields of life shall be yours to raze
Sixth now lost at sea shall be yours for tithe
And you will sing alone
A HYMN OF BALANCE
FROM KEIT'EHR TO THE LORD OF ZEROES
IN SINGING, SO SWORN.