The Calling

Many tales refer to Mularos as being trapped somewhere in the Sea of Fire. This tale segues from a personal accounting to a sort of call to arms.

When she said she was leaving,
I thought she meant days,
But they passed, and they passed, and they passed.
So the days turned to weeks and
The weeks turned to months,
And the months turned to years, and at last—

I could see that the spark
Between us was a dream
That was warm, that was sane, that was bright.
And so lovely a life
Was this wonderful dream
That I’d lingered too long in the night.

In the end I was wakened
To life’s living hurts,
But tried to find sleep once again.
Denied it, I learned
There was only one truth:
That to live true means living in pain.

Fair folk, bend and listen,
And heed well the call.
The Sorrow will catch you,
When you stand and fall.
My friends, heed His song
As He strains from the sands
Where He lies, in the sun-baked
And waterless lands.

He came through his servant
All clad in fine silks,
Ah, the rose’s red skirts hide its sting
That fair man set me free,
And he opened my eyes,
Then he cast me forth to find my wings.

Like a fledgling bird thrown
From the nest I fell far
And I struck the rocks, foolish and fine.
For a time, how I wandered
And thought I knew truth.
I walked on a path, but not mine.

I moved on all alone,
Knowing less than I thought
And lost count of my flights and my falls.
So the cycle began
And it hadn’t its end
‘Till I stopped and I heeded the call.

So many have told me
I’m lost and confused,
That the voices all mingle to one.
Yet I’ve not time for doubts
Or the ones who would bar
The long way to the lands of the sun.

I’ve fought long enough
To be what I am not;
Now I need to see that ‘me’ who is.
Though I’ve heard otherwise,
Heard from many a voice,
The sole voice that matters is His.

But I welcome you, friends,
If you hear the call too,
Of the Sorrower, far and away.
Go forth in your lives,
And seek him and the path.
And together, we’ll find Him, some day.

Fair folk, bend and listen,
And heed well the call.
For I will be there,
If you come, one or all.
My friends, heed His song
As He strains from the sands
Come with me to the sun-baked
And waterless lands.