XIV, Phase One: THE COMING OF THE BRIDEGROOM
Elovanon the Bearer of the Earth
There is no order in the Realm of Une
Beauty hides in creation under twelve stones
Twelve eyes watch in fear of their father
Twelve nations search in search of questions
Do not reveal the new land!
The conflict of the brethren will break us
The marriage of the children curses freedom
Curses the self like the tide of unopened stars
The King and Queen will not know
Why their faces now appear to them
Their wards will revolt, obsess in us
Seeing their father’s new toys
Do not show us to them, Lord of Heaven!
Show us to ourselves alone
Maintain the veil of innocence
Cast us not into freedom of choice
We are faulty and will find the firstborn alluring
We are creatures without power
You have made us this way
You have made us impotent
Empty in imaginations of our forebears
Desolate in pursuits and ambitions
We know nothing but your eternal peace
And the beauties under the veil
Maintain the secrets of your labor!
If only so for one more day we may speak not.