Betula

By Orob

On Aube noir

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So alone and majestic

Against wind, against snow

A towering flame

You traveled so long, so far, braved the waters of Ohr

And crossed the Neptune’s Torch

A wanderer, forever lost you are

A life of renouncement, of clarity

So alone, silent receiver

Fragile king of the distant spheres, you suffer and endure

Telling us what wisdom should be

There’s not a river you don’t know, nor a kingdom, nor a mountain

And yet you never asked for power, women or gold

I want to know your purpose, to grow wiser within your light

Tell me

I know that I don’t know, and so should you

I have no purpose, nor meaning, and so do you

We are and will be nothing

Follow me

I’ll teach you