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As a swift hawk’s shadow crosses the sands,
Fleet and terrible, so did Olivarch
Pass through the dry and rocky, fruitless lands,
The empty wombs abandoned by their god.

Where her feet trod, the thin blackened dirt split
And green fire sprung forth, life destroying
All that had come before: great cities, fit
After only for history and ruins;

The libraries, burned all to feed the trees,
The palaces, torn down for hanging flowers,
The monuments and stone-writ court decrees
Erased that the wild might grow.

Alone, for her people were full of fear
Of her hands, her eyes, and her gods, so tall
Made as they were by her sweat and tears
The worm-lords of movement and creation.

But Olivarch the Silent did not care;
She left ripe fruit in her wake and healed
The harm of Alia, to whom she was heir,
Censure’s disciple, her mother, her foe;

Womanly voice for that old cold Censure,
Who in her zeal had unmade her earth,
Uprooted the good things, from leaf to fur,
Scorned love of mud, and clay, and plant, and meat;

Scorned simplicity, scorned silence and trust
In the passing of seasons, the turning of years,
In the land that births us all. No! She must
Make a tin idol to lift up wise men,

Craft from metal and glass a death in life
Till nothing was straight and true. For the task
Of righting her great wrongs, her bitter strife,
Olivarch was content to walk alone,

Teaching and recalling the deep magics,
The miracles of strong arm, of laughter,
Of the unhindered hush. Thus did she fix
The mountains and the plains alike,

Cleansing them of word and thought,
Of every complex curse that dark Alia
Had in her hateful, vicious glory brought
Upon them. All was made whole and ready

For the newly flesh-bound humanity
To learn their place and their gods from she who
Had clever fingers, and blue eyes to see,
Though she was deaf and dumb. Olivarch:

Maid of the gods; Maid of the lonely path;
She who freed us all from our spoken wrath.

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Wooooooooooooow.

That was one of the most beautiful things I've ever read. It was ingenius. And I loved it.

Where did the names come from? are they original or mythological?

You have inspired me! *runs off*

I wish! I shall hardly be able to reach that level of non-suck again. Sigh.

Just realized that this really should be in the Poetry & Lyrics subforum. This is what comes of posting at midnight. stressed Um, Tak or someone, could you move it for me? Or, actually, come to that, it should probably go to the Works in Progress subforum...

Wow. That's good. I was only skimming it and its really good.