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The Divine have a myriad of tales or songs dedicated to them, be it songs sung in taverns or stories told to children. Some are happier, some more grim, but these examples below are able to be common knowledge to any character, having heard it on their travels or told it in their childhood.
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A break in the pattern. A snarl in the weft.
When life follows death and the flash follows thunder
(The River the River is pulling you under--)
No matter how battered how bent how broken asunder
(--The River the River is pulling you under--)
It’s a foregone conclusion,
Born one foot in our graves,
Borne upon the River’s waves,
The Lady watching waits, our fall from grace,
Chasing towards her fatal embrace,
The flesh wastes, the bones grow older,
Lose lustre, rot, ripen, moulder,
If that’s the melody of Fate,
It’s an elegy, watch and wait,
The point where all souls terminate.
And there’s no sign it’s stopping.
When the vigil is broken, death’s sleep awoken,
When rhyme is beyond reason, a throne beyond treason,
When your death is forespoken--
But there’s a beauty to ending, and the river it’s wending and the current it’s catching and we eddy and shift as we’re caught in the drift but then--
Who’s to say what’s perished can’t rise again?
--Lean counter-current, fight the tide--
O the dead devouring the flowers reflowering, he’s to thank, he’s pulled you onto that river bank, shatter the hourglass and spill out the sand, so long as you’re falling you don’t have to land, take my hand take my hand.
O drowning sorry souls, take my hand, ignore the Lady’s reprimand.
Live eternal in the Undying Land.
CREDIT: Magic Intern
