Ancients from Moss Manor by Moss Manor

I heard the Ancients singing through a long and ash-borne veil
The light was not white at all, it was many tones
Now wildly awake, in wonder as the flaming in the hearth did wail
And spirits painted a rush through our breath and bones

We left to gaze the moonlight when we noticed the sky looked strange
A not-otherowrldly cold rose up from the ground
Then shaking bending mammals danced it out in their own wild ways
And dawned into differing speeds to make their return

A magic in that cinder, yes, as clear as a bell we’d seen
Then burrowed into rest for the work ahead
To build the frame of healing lift the sledge and strike the nail
To carve away the brush and not have a line

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