"Margaret Weis - Dragonlance - Anthology 02 - The Dragons At War" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dragonlance)

unite in a story
we do not remember
until we have traveled its country.

II

On the eve of the wars,
the signs and omens
bright as mirages,

I walked in a dreaming,
through an emptied country
bloodied with iron and sunlight,

and there in the dream
I asked three times
for the voice of the god,

and he came to me quietly,
a shimmer of smoke
at the edge of imagined country,

where the whispered truth rises,
and the words that you dream
are here and suddenly elsewhere.

It is the old voice
felt on the back of the neck,
the thing under reason and thought,

when out of the smoke of your dreaming,
out of the harbor of blood,
out of the ninth moon's drowning,

the dead rise are rising
have risen and speak
in the language of sparrow and drum.

And oh may the gods
believe in my telling,
in the dream I recount,

and may the long dead listen
in the wind-drowned lands
in the dust's generation

as I tell you the seventh
of seven visions,
the song of the dragon's wing.