More Songs of the Birds of Wayrath
Test of the Twins
(61-62)
Legends Volume III
Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman
This song is by Michael Williams.
Song of the larks
The light in the eastern skies
Is still and always morning,
It alters the renewing air
Into belief and yearning.
And larks rise up like angels,
Like angels larks ascend
From sunlit grass as bright as gems
Into the cradling wind.
Song of the ravens
The plain light in the east
Contrives out of the dark
The machinery of day,
The diminished song of the lark.
But ravens ride the night
And the darkness west,
The wingbeat of their hearts
Large in a buried nest.
Song of the owl
Through night the seasons ride into the dark,
The years surrender in the changing lights,
The breath turns vacant on the dusk or dawn
Between the abstract days and nights.
For there is always corpselight in the fields
And corposants above the slaughterhouse,
And at deep noon the shadowy vallenwoods
Are bright at the topmost boughs.
