Ashavat, Vraniel, Luar,
Elpais, Isgenn, Colengelo, Yaris

Darkness and light and the grey before waking
The seven that made up their world before making
Listing them off, their powers unmoving

Ashavat, Luar, Yaris, all darkness,
Isegenn, Colengelo, Vraniel, light,
Elpais walk down the knife edge before them,
Balancing out the true deepness from bright.

Ashavat, keeping the history of bloodlines,
Tearing the skin from the watchers below,

Vraniel, touching the soul science slowly,
Alchemy bearing their wrist mark the most.
Luar, the two, the pairing, the mirror,
One for the other, hands clasped to the death,

Elpais, meeting the two sides together,
Balance, the hive, the family, the whole.
Isgenn, remembering words never spoken,
Creating the new worlds on paper and stone.

Colengelo, voicing the praises and failures,
Mocking and heartless and loving and true.

Yaris, the renders, the low throated whispers
Of bedrooms and blood runes and calling Him back.

Ashavat, Vraniel, Luar, Elpais,
Isgenn, Colengelo, Yaris.
The seven who stood before,
Blood diluted–
The dreamers, the wakers, the clans.


– By Armaleia/Stardust Asylum.
A poem, salvaged. The author and source are no longer extant.