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| Home >> Library >> Poems >> Song of the Ice Reaver Song of the Ice Reaver From DragonLance Chronicles Volume 2 (pages 144-145) Novel by Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman Poetry by Michael Williams I am the one who brought them back. I am Raggart I am telling you this. Snow upon snow cancels signals of ice Over the snow the sun bleeds whiteness In cold light forever unbearable. And if I do not tell you this The snow descends on the deeds of heroes And their strength in my singing Lies down in a core of frost rising no more No more as the lost breath crumbles. Seven they were from the hot lands (I am the one who brought them back) Four swordsmen sworn in the North The elf-woman Laurana The dwarf from the floes of stone The kender small-boned as a hawk. Riding three blades they came to the tunnel To the throat of the only castle. Down among Thanoi the old guardians Where their swordsmen carved hot air Finding tendon finding bone As the tunnels melted red. Down upon minotaur upon ice bear And the swords whistled again Bright on the corner of madness The tunnel knee-high in arms In claws in unspeakable things As the swordsmen descended Bright steam freezing behind them. Then to the chambers at the castle heart Where Feal-thas awaited lord of dragons and wolves Armored in white that is nothing That covers the ice as the sun bleeds whiteness. And he called on the wolves the baby stealers Who suckled on murder in the lairs of ancestors. Around the heroes a circle of knives of craving As the wolves stalked in their master's eye. And Aran the first to break the circle Hot wind at the throat of Feal-thas Brought down and unraveled In the reel of the hunt perfected. Brian the next when the sword of the wolf lord Sent him seeking the warm lands. All stood frozen in the wheel of razors All stood frozen except for Laurana. Blind in a hot light flashing the crown of the mind Where death melts in a diving sun She takes up the Ice Reaver And over the boil of wolves over the slaughter Bearing a blade of ice bearing darkness She opened the throat of the wolf lord And the wolves fell silent as the head collapsed. The rest is short in telling. Destroying the eggs the violent get of the dragons A tunnel of scales and ordure Followed into the terrible larder Followed further followed to treasure. There the orb danced blue danced white Swelled like a heart in its endless beating (They let me hold it I brought them back). Out from the tunnel blood on blood under the ice Bearing their own incredible burden The young knights silent and tattered They came five now only The kender last small pockets bulging. I am Raggart I am telling you this. I am the one who brought them back. Last Modified: Sunday May 31, 2020 |
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