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.