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

Learning until the red of the moon,
the silver, combine in the air
and the light was gold
as the perfumed candles
of Istar, forgotten perhaps terrible,
and Goldmoon walks like a leopard
there at the edge of hearing and faith
saying LIE DOWN, GIVE THIS AWAY AT ONCE,
GIVE THIS AWAY BEFORE IT BEGINS,
OUR DARLING, OUR YOUNG ONE,
FOR YOU CAN LEARN ALL OF THIS MYSTERY,
ALL FROM THIS MYSTERY
DRY GRASS AND DARK AND YEARNING,
THE SOURCE OF THE CHILDREN
BLOSSOMS FOR YOU IN THE WINTER.
LIE DOWN, MY LOVE, LIE DOWN.

Still he walks toward the daughter of the chieftains,
and still she recedes, the story
of days and of years
circles like diving water
and Old Man, he whispers. Old Man,
I am learning this mapless country,
but still she recedes
into the arms and the keeping
of son after chieftain's son
rising like skins of the dead
spangled in stars forever before him,
forever embracing her as she turns,
her eyes green steeples of light,
her eyes his eyes in the twisting moon,
as she smiles, as she gives him to warriors,
and Old Man, he whispers. Old Man,
I AM GIVING THIS KNOWLEDGE AWAY,
THIS TERRIBLE DREAM OF THE STAFF
IS A TERRIBLE DREAM WHEN THE STAFF SURRENDERS,
and under the moons he follows
his losses until his skin turns against him,
dappling, gold upon black upon gold,
his strong hands remember a nest of knives
and the front of the head bows down
to the hot wind to the choir of leopards
and in her golden throat
in the throat of her numberless chieftains
the blood is dancing is rising
like a mirage like a thermal,
and there are no words for this
as he dreams this dream and the throats unravel.

Forward he moves, remembering nothing,