A summer of love /
Of Godly plans and mortals /
This is my new song.
The Gods of HQ /
Looked over their green domain /
And found it empty.
No minds were found there /
Save their own mighty, divine /
Thoughts of greater things.
Luxury, the God /
Of love and lust and mating /
Planned to make it whole.
At night the Gods slept /
But Lux walked their wide-beamed halls /
To find those she sought.
She cast her silken /
Veil across the eyes of two /
Dafydd and Constance.
She walked away, her /
Duty done, her plan begun /
A smile upon her face.
Dafydd woke; he looked /
Upon his sister Constance /
With new sight he saw.
Her skin, it seemed, was /
Smooth as silk, white as snow, and /
Soft as feather down.
Her hair fell gently /
Black over her shoulders and /
Spread across the floor.
Then Constance opened /
Her wide eyes and met his gaze /
Returning it full.
His eyes, she saw, shone /
Grey and deep in his perfect /
Face, sculpted by fate.
His limbs were fair: she /
Thought him beautiful, and he /
Saw the same in her.
Never before had /
These two known their fated role /
Planned before their birth.
The Overpower /
Had set their lives in motion /
Brought them to this place.
With Luxury's aid /
These Gods knew their destined love /
They touched in the night.
The darkest hour of /
The night passed over them, soft /
As a wool blanket.
Constance and Dafydd /
Embraced in the hall of Gods /
Found each other there.
The morning found them /
Sleeping once again apart /
Concealing their love.
The Gods awoke to /
A new, unknown sound: a cry /
High and pure and free.
Upon the mats where /
They had slept lay an infant /
The first human child.
The SO spoke: "Who /
Has brought or made this being /
To our hallowed halls?"
The Sub Rosa stooped /
And lifted the young child, held /
Him out before them.
"Will none take him?" she /
Asked with solemn words. "He must /
Be claimed or cast out."
None replied. Dafydd /
And Constance stood apart, not /
Daring speak a word.
Finally Kit spoke: /
"This child will take our substance /
And leave us wanting."
Bast closed her eyes: "Call /
Me not cruel, but I concur. /
It cannot remain."
"It was not made," said /
Makes-Things. "My art was not used. /
I wonder: a beast?"
"Not so," Jay declared. /
"I hunt all things, and this child /
Is not of HQ."
Acacia agreed: /
"It may be a thing of our /
Mysterious foe."
Fitzgerald sighed: "I /
Would not condemn, but I see /
Death's mark on his head."
"Then let him go!" the /
Hyacinth called. "Like stagnant /
Water flow away!"
"It must be so!" cried /
The Sunflower. "Cast this child /
Into the wild lands!"
The Sub Rosa left /
Carrying the child beyond /
The Gods' halls of stone.
In wisdom she chose /
To place it in the forest /
Where Rhodes slept in peace.
Then she returned to /
The hall. The day passed. Night came. /
The Gods slept again.
That night, and four more /
Nights that after came, Lux swept /
Veil o'er Godly eyes.
Dafydd awoke, /
And with Constance joined in love /
To bring forth a child.
Each morn the Gods found /
An infant which, unclaimed, they /
Gave to Sub Rosa.
Each day she carried /
Away a child, travelled far, /
Gave it to the woods.
When the sixth child had /
Joined her brothers and sisters /
The Rose broke silence.
"Dafydd and Constance, /
I have watched you these five days /
And five nights also.
"Six children you have: /
Let that be all. No more, lest /
I tell the Gods all."
The pair bowed before /
Their mother's will. That night, sleep /
Reigned in the Gods' hall.
That seventh morning /
No cry of infant came, but /
Shouts of war and death.
The Mysterious /
Somebody, the Gods' old foe, /
Had come to HQ.
The Mini-Balrogs /
Strove with his Sues, but this time /
They fought not alone.
The Foe, intending /
To assail HQ, had watched /
Events unfolding.
He had seen the Rose /
Carry forth each child, had looked /
As she cast them out.
In his heart he schemed /
And desired to destroy them /
Those innocent babes.
They were his target /
When the attack began. He /
Sent his servants foul.
The Bracket Fungus /
Lord of Death Unmastered, came /
Stood beneath the trees.
His vapours snaked out, /
Seeking the children who slept /
In that fair forest.
He struck: they aged fast /
Hastening on towards death /
Years passed in seconds.
Then might they have died, /
But Cam arrived! The Fungus /
Turned to face her wrath.
He should not have turned! /
He left his task unfinished: /
The children still lived.
Not dead but full grown /
Behind him the six arose /
Strong of hand and heart.
Naked and unarmed /
They struck the Fungus down, brought /
Fear to rotten heart.
He fled; before Cam /
The children stood alone, but /
Were not yet afraid.
Cam smiled, beckoned forth /
Bade the children join the host /
That fought evil foes.
Three male, three female, /
Each noble and valiant /
Mighty warriors.
They fought for the Gods /
Until the Gods came to fight /
Angry and well-armed.
Jay and Acacia /
Made war alongside the host /
And claimed victory.
The Sues were slain, the /
Foe and Fungus fled HQ: /
The world was secured.
Now the humans came /
Summoned to the Gods' great hall /
To learn of their fate.
The Sunflower stood. /
"You were cast out," he said, "but /
You returned to us.
"By your aid the Foe /
Was defeated, and thus we /
Give to you this world.
"You will abide here /
Until the end of days, but /
We require your aid.
"The Sues of our Foe /
Hold the universe in thrall: /
You must hold them back."
Jay arose. "This gift /
Of swords I give you. Fight well! /
Stab at your foes' hearts."
"And I," Acacia /
Said, "Give you these bows. Aim true! /
These arrows fly far."
"I will teach you craft," /
Makes-Things declared. "Shape more arms, /
And all things you need."
Fitzgerald proclaimed, /
"You will die. But I give you /
Healing and new strength."
"Drink of my waters," /
The Hyacinth said, "and eat /
The bounty of Rhodes."
"Have plenty!" cried Bast. /
"Feast at your victories, let /
Joy mark all your days!"
Kit smiled. "But at times /
Shall hardship strike. Use the pain. /
Grow stronger through it."
"Have knowledge," said she /
Who knows all things: the Rose. "Know /
The evil of Sues."
"Have light," the SO /
Offered. "Let it guide you through /
The worlds you will serve."
"Have love," said Lux. "Look /
Upon your siblings and see /
The beauty each has."
"And through that love," said /
Dafydd and Constance as one, /
"Bear children in joy."
"Thus shall it be," said /
The Gods in chorus divine. /
And thus it is now.
Worship the Gods, ye /
Men and Women, Agents all! /
Praise their holy names!
Accept their gifts! Take /
Up the sword and bow! Wage war /
Across the heavens!
The Sues must die! Let /
All their flesh be dust! Be strong, /
Ye Agents, be strong!
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