"Dragonlance Tales II vol 1 - The Reign of Istar" - читать интересную книгу автора (DragonLance)

ON BRONZE AND SILVER,
ON CRYSTAL AND BURNISHED IRON.
TEN VISIONS THERE
YOU SHALL READ AND INTERPRET,
IN THAT COMFORTABLE CITY
WHERE TRUTH WITHOUT PAIN
GOVERNS THE SPAN OF THE HAND,
GLITTERS LIKE MOONLIGHT
OVER IMMOVABLE WATERS.

BUT YOU, ASTRALAS,
IMPRESSED FOR YOUR TERRIBLE VOYAGE,
CANNOT MAKE TRUCE WITH THE WIND AND THE WATER
IN THE BREATH OF YOUR VEINS,
BECAUSE THEY ARE WITH YOU FOREVER.

The trees wept blood
at my departure,
staining the whiteness
of birches and butternut,
glittering dark on the maple and oak,
blood that was falling
like leaves in a thousand countries,
greater than augury,
sprung from prophetic wounds,
as I sailed through the mouth
of ancient Thon-Thalas
like a prayer into endless ocean.

In the mazed and elaborate swirl
of omens, of long prophecies,
comes a time when you stand
in the presence of oracles,
but what they foretell
is mirrors and smoke.

When I reached the Courrain
I was standing on deck,
despair having moved
to the country of faith,
and slowly the coast took a shape
and a name, as the forest
dwindled to Silvanost,
green on water on green.

At long last, to portside
lay the watch fires of Balifor,
the manhandling country of kender,
of hoopak and flute
and rifled treasuries.