Poem: Enigmas

A recitation that preludes every Shol's initiation into the Enigmas so enamored by the children of the Verdance. This one in particular was transcribed by Zeal, whose dedication and efforts have seen many such significant pieces persist the test of Time.

The hourglass is turned,
And the sands of Time now fall.
Yet never must we let,
The panic to apall. 

With clearer minds we seek
The truth hidden in each seed.
Because only from within,
Do we find what truly we need. 

Though Time ever goes,
and we can but mark its passing.
Like the rise of golden sun,
And the moon that's too soon setting. 

So in each of these Enigmas,
Bestowed with precious lore.
For our progeny to come,
And a gift that's much, much, more. 

To tell what we cannot,
For once the future 's past.
And return to Earth we must,
For we have seen our last. 

Yet by all must we remember,
That never is it the end.
For to raise the prismatic arc.
To the future we must send. 

Yet nothing of the future,
Can be claimed with all due certainty,
And heavy is the duty,
And the mounting pressure plenty.  

To the Shols we now sow,
That we hope will one day grow.
To sturdy oaks and pines.
Of a forest we wont know. 

To you of now do I beseech,
To carry on a perpetual legacy,
Of a never ending quest to be,
That can only be but messy. 

No honor to be gained,
Nor name of eternal fame.
For though we bear the flora unique,
We are equal, all the same. 

And now you know the truth,
In all its blazen glory.
For the Earth that's ever turning,
And the stars of endless story. 

But I digress, for I've said too much,
The story has since been told.
And now I leave you stories more,
To guide you--and the world you mold. 

With heavy Heart now does this verse draw to a close,
But it's not the end--at least, not really. 

For in riddles have we ever told,
The Enigma we all should already know. 

That one day we too will be but memories,
Yet ever live on in our endless stories.

Hemlockes
Pillar of the Alpione Ring