Echoes (Rimian Archive)

First Prophecy of Yith



Little being of fate

Journey to the end of day, 

Then to us a timeless way,
Come the Fire's Other, 
Come the Loving Mother,

One must sleep,

The other weep,

With the right one quelled,

and the world well,
Sit, and say a prayer for God's good grace,
Then sleep with her upon your face.



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