truths from Steven Erikson

[raggidman]

The Lay of the Bridgeburners

I have seen the face of sorrow
She looks away in the distance
Accross all these bridges
From whence I came
And those spans, trussed and arched,
Hold up our lives as we go back again
To how we thought then
To how we thought we thought then
I have seen sorrow's face,
But she is ever turned away
And her words leave me blind
Her eyes make me mute
I do not understand what she says to me
I do not know if to obey
Or attempt a flood of tears
I have seen her face
She does not speak
She does not weep
She does not know me
For I am but a stone fitted in place
On the bridge where she walks

Toc the Younger


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Shake Prayer

Open to them your hand to the shore, watch them walk into the sea.
Press upon them all they need, see them yearn for all they want
Gift to them the calm pool of words, watch them draw the sword.
Bless upon them the satiation of peace, see them starve for war.
Grant them darkness and they will lust for light
Deliver them to death and hear them beg for life.
Beget life and they willl murder your kin.
Be as they are and they see you different.
Show wisdom and you are a fool.
The shore gives way to the sea.
And the sea, my friends,
Does not dream of you.