Divine Brothers etc., part IIThree stood at the entrance. They
Had with them dryness and decay;
They festered slowly, dry with dust;
And yet, their heads where proudly thrust
Up to the gleaming rays of sun.
The Grey Threads had so frailly spun
A fragile beauty, pale and thin,
A covert majesty within.
Such were the Dead Gods, so they stood.
As calmly, kindly as he could,
Said the storm-god, "Brothers mine,
We welcome you to sit and dine;
We bid you come and join us here.
Be free and merry; have no fear."
The Grey Gods altogether sighed,
And Alernain so replied:
"Your hospitality is kind,
My brother, but we cannot find
The time for merry-making now.
The grey threads' laws do not allow.
We bid you listen well to us,
For we have business to discuss."
The Black God paused, and looked around;
The gods sat still without a sound.
"Now, my brothers, as you've said,
Men are neither gods nor dead.
They do best when left alone,
We know; yet we cannot condone
The things the Oculus reveals.
It is the worst in many years.
Divine Brothers etc, part I.In the centre of the gyre,
Whence the magic threads aspire,
Lies bathed in Mother Sun's bright blaze
A dale aglow in golden rays.
There in the heart of blessèd lands
A mighty silver palace stands;
Its mirrored walls reflect the light,
And like the stars it shines at night.
In its halls dwell sixteen kings,
Sixteen gods to rule the rings.
The Outer Ring they gave to Man,
So he can live as best he can,
And when his years of long life wane
The Middle Ring his essence claims.
The Dead Gods are in power there:
The time-worn, sacred dungeon where
Their shadows long have held their reign.
And there exists no fire nor pain
In retribution for the crimes
A man commits throughout his time.
The soul of knave and soul of king
Are equal in the Middle Ring.
The Dead Gods feel this is unjust.
"For every human wrong, there must
Be vindication of some kind.
If only we could ever find
A way we can avenge the dead..."
Their leader, Alernain, said.
They thought for long with no avail;
Alas, no power c