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Poetry A Lullaby

The World Between the Words
Been writing some songs / verses for one of the races in my story.
Naðreil (N ɑː thr eɪ əl) is the Viðkan god of death.

A Viðkan Lullaby​

Anonymous
From A Thousand Silences: Songs of the Lost


Hush now, little one; rest now, little one
Desert wind whispers with sorrowful tone.
Where are your mothers? Where are your fathers?
Stilled child’s life not started yet done.

Hush now, little one; sleep now, little one,
Desert sun blazes on faces of stone
Search for your mothers, search for your fathers,
Seek them at the foot of Naðreil’s throne.

Hush now, little one; peace now, little one,
Desert sand buries babe’s body, alone.
Approach your mothers, approach your fathers,
Kneeling at the foot of Naðreil’s throne.
 
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