No stars No sun The woven dream The tale unwritten Wrought from forgotten pasts The trappings of the scribe like the pickings of the raven As sentry for the ancient keys both oracle and vessel As petrichor for bastards newly born The bones of auld lend coldness to the morn No stars No sun The unborn and abandoned The generations everfading A legacy of beggary At behest of centuries What I have been in many lives past Warrior and sage Bardsong for the taking of the blade What now remains is but a passing in the stream Scrounging for these scraps of lore Seeking their fathers in the songlines To taste the blood suspended in the mists of time Untaught and unknowing as primitive night Mutely the ages steeping The primordial soul And left to wander they turn on the other Wisdom lain for the smashing of the hilts Hacked and hewn the men unborn In dying they lay as their lifesblood drained And I commanded thus See thee now the heavens No stars No sun I am but disembodied eyes Out of the night to be And Into the night begone In a merging of worlds For what I knew as was is past And now in shadows I look and see No stars No sun As I observe from atop the skies To lochs and lairs below O'er peaks and glens And the trifles of men Who hunt and gather Bray and snore Rut and chatter A people known Like weeds of sea And herring bone Abundant husks For unfeeling dawn Uncaring dusk Forced to exile Trampled by the fates No stars No sun