Under the raven's eye

Four

New dens are needed to populate the void

A blanket of cracks scars the trodden salt

Valiant fliers of tenacity leave behind sacred relics

Agile traders pay their trades in the hinterland

Jim from Washington tells much of his god and his ways

Ones under bondage may sit with the tribe

Spells and magic lie hidden in primeval nature

Hunters cower as dark giants traverse the floes

Our lives change with the sun and moon

Scouring breached rocks by the riverside

Hearths must be kept pure and holy

Offenses so minor lead to dire tragedy

Not every animal can heal like the plants can

Eight eyes and human form protect the vulnerable

Our enemy watches and waits from his fort

Jim of Washington speaks of ill providence

Incessant gods of flame reign supreme

Banishing the innocent to unknown lands

Words of wisdom talk to the hand

Ease is forged from balance