noble-phantasm

Lament of the Ancestors for Jano and Rukka Will there be shadows where we now tread, where all our ancestors noble lie dead? Will there be gods where our villages lie, will they remember us here when we die? Will we know winter's voice deep in our bones, know its sharp breath on a whispering wind, will all our children remember the hunt, remember our food, our blood and our sins? Will we be able to tread in the snow for these decades and long into dust, will we still care for our streams and our trees in a land that lives only for us? Will we be able to still dream of love, to live and be always together? Will we remember the