"Dragonlance Tales - Volume 1 - The Magic of Krynn" - читать интересную книгу автора (DragonLance)

OF THE GODS COME DOWN,
THE RUMOR OF SONG BEFORE SINGING BEGINS,

HERE THE PEOPLE UNDER THE WINDS
ARE WANDERING EVER TOWARDS HOME,
FOREVER IN MOVEMENT AN OLD MAN IS SINGING
THE SONG OF AN ABSENT COUNTRY,
BEAUTIFUL, HEARTLESS AS SUNLIGHT,
COLD AS IMAGINED WINDS
BEHIND THE EYE OF THE RAIN,
AND WIDE BEFORE US, MY SONS AND FATHERS,
THE SONG OF THE COUNTRY CENTERS AND SWOOPS
LIKE A HAWK IN A SLEEPING LAND,
BORNE UPON HUNGER AND THERMALS,
SINGING FOREVER, SINGING:

It was not always
after the wars, it was
a time once when fire
did not rise on its own
out of the dead grass,
a time of waters
and of vanishing light,
when we did not imagine
new country arising
out of the long mirage
of countries remembered
from mother to daughter
in a ruinous dream
that would not have let this happen,
nor did the dance of the moons,
the opened hearts of hawks,
nor did the wind itself
foresee the fires
hot as shrew's blood
in the veins of the land
consuming our dream
while we slept in our journeys,
while these things came to pass.

The outrunners found
the child among waves
of grass and darkness,
on the night when the moon and the moon
wed one another and canceled their light
and the sky was black
except for a wedge of silver
turned like a blade
in the heart of the heavens.