I heard them talk of higher powers
Lords of water, land, and sky,
And when I asked about their betters
I heard their speech of three gone by.
The first stands still among the rest
Beloved, bewitched, among the Children
Trusted and wise beyond all ken
But given no longer his dominion.
Time is etched in every wrinkle
Every furrow on the brow
Like tracings of an eon's wearing
On windswept stones from then to now.
As mountains rise from drying islands
And elder trees show best through fire
With age and strife he grows yet stronger
Enduring, growing, ever higher.
Yet this great power is never used
Not once in five Beginnings even seen
Content to let his youngers reign supreme
He stays within a dream within a dream.
The second of the three is lesser
Imprisoned and crippled throughout time
Hated and forgotten, mostly,
Though I've not a clue as to his crime.
In a tree they took and keep him captive
A tree marred now by pits and flame
Where attempts were made to cut him down
Both with and witho