|Elder One Othalanga|
Song of Othalanga, Cerberin Brier
With a Thousand Sons I walked betwixt a profusion of petals
Until lymph and serum congealed sweet and thick
Until my marrow drained and flesh transmogrified
For a thousand years I spurned the flesh change
But I had lived as half a being
Until the celestial tides wrought our metagenesis.
I am an envenomed barb, a binary poison
Cerberin brier, a wordless hex
The heart arrests and vision fades
Wreathed in white, brass, and iron
I forge adamantium and steel with branch and bough
I shape a truth that had been sleeping
As the Thousandth Son I am reborn
I am a wanderer of moons, a changer of ways.
From Throne to Thorne.
I must live, I must die, and live again
I am the memory of all that came before,
I am the worlds soil, and the world anew.