Dirge of the Four Cities
Filed by Aine MacDermot
FALIAS
In the frost-grown city of Falias lit by the
falling stars
I have seen the ravens flying like banners of
old wars–
I have seen the snow-white ravens amid the
ice-green spires
Seeking the long-lost havens of all old lost
desires.
O winged desire and broken, once nested in
my heart,
Canst thou, there, give a token, that, even now,
thou art?
From bitter war defeated thou too hadst
flight afar,
When all my joy was cheated ere set of
Morning Star.
Call loud; O ancient Moirias, who dwellest in
that place,
Tell me if lost in Falias my old desire hath grace?
If now a snow-white raven it haunts the silent
spires
For the old impossible haven ‘mid the old
auroral fires?
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