Forgotten Ground Regained
The Exile's Song
this was the hearth was the heart of our healthwas the wyrd was the wine was the well of our wealthnow the soul of the sons has been stolen through stealth and we leave you this fire of stones the cold flame of this fire of stones
this was the lair of the lock of the landwas the bower of the brood was the birth of the bandnow the home is hurled down through the hate of the hand and we leave you this fire of stones the cold flame of this fire of stones
this was the vine was the voice of the valewas the tongue of the truth was the tune of the talenow the fold is forsaken through fist and through flail and we leave you this fire of stones the cold flame of this fire of stones
Originally published in The Kind Ghosts (bluechrome, 2004).
Copyright © Oz Hardwick, 2004