Of Sea and Stone
We were formed in ocean's foam,
Shaped by silent spinning stars;
Driftwood at the water's edge,
Voyagers of centuries.
We were found upon the shore,
Where chalk gives birth to flint:
The tools of our becoming,
And the blades of our defeat.
Knap the stone, carve ancient sigils;
Nehalennia take my beating heart.
Where river flows into the sea,
My true name sings in wind and wave.
In transition, all creation
Is destruction.