Rune Lament

By James Herrick

From the wind, flame and rain,
we are forged.

We had to be,
so, we had to have gods.

From the womb of earth we are born,
upon the earth in life,
within the earth in death,
repeat the cycle and walk the iron wheel.

Yet--

the gods stir and their echoes haunt the mountains.

Behold the Voruut, ancient lords of the moon and sun,
leave them to their slumber if you are wise,
for if they wake, the world shall tremble.

And--

Vorn itself may fall.