The Place Where Stars Fell > Dead Hallas, Who Carries Upward

And Stars Came As Men Atop Beasts

The Stars of the Mountain Tower know all, for how else but sorcery to see when the Winter Sickness took me from life? Three lesser Stars came from the forest to carry Emmen and I away, shining in the form of men atop great deer of the Deepened Places of my grandfather. All shed tears save for we, the Dead, for all such of blood and heart is for the living and the Land.

The bright Star of the Lower Mountain hangs yet above the Open Hall, bright as bright, far below now and cold upon the Dead from across the Land. The Star of the Lower Mountain chose me from the Open Hall and spoke my name to the shelved skulls of the Old Dead, who do naught but count and recall. We who could as well be Hungry Dead, driven out into the forests, are honored and fortunate. We could as well be deep and far in mines beneath the mountains, not to see the Land spread before and about beneath the clouds. Our flesh has not yet fallen from us, and we will carry diamonds for new wall-tops high as is high, to the Mountain Star who fell here and now shines bright from the Tower top.

The Mountain Star will tell what will become of us, how long it will be before the Dead are guided from life by Stars once more. This, I hold and know in all the time we have climbed and carried, and in all the time we will yet climb and carry.

[ Posted by Reason on February 25, 2006 | Permanent Link ]

Stood the Dead, Bartered For Their Virtues

The Stars, they send to one and another, Mountain Tower to Spider Tree Tower - we will see them though these walls of diamond, when the clouds part over the Land. Lesser stars in threes and fours fly though the forests, over cliff and vale as owl and great deer, fast as the wind.

Emmen had the touch of Deepness about him when blood and life ran through and through us both; many and much he Deepened after the ways of our fathers. The Deepness flows away from we Dead, for it is of the blood and the living. How long it was we both stood within the Open Hall, waiting to be counted, and so cold and high where the Old Dead stared.

The Star of the Lower Mountain shone bright to barter such Dead as Emmen to form webs into a Tower to reach the sky. From the Spider Tree Star are sent the strong for the dark mines and climbing. Lesser Stars of the Spider Tree came then. They shone forth long arms, legs and great webs, and carried away those who once bore blood to touch upon the Deepness.

When we come to the last step, to the Dead who build anew, when we place these many great diamonds before the Mountain Star, then I will ask of Emmen.

[ Posted by Reason on September 3, 2006 | Permanent Link ]

They Whisper of Their Lives, Over and Again

This is not the first that Tanne of the tenth step above has seen these tall steps. Her flesh would have fallen lest the Star of the Cloud Balcony had shone a hundred hands to work the sorcery of Stars. Tanne is almost faded like the Old Dead, racked and placed as skulls to whisper of their lives, over and over again.

The Old Dead do not care who listens between their duties of counting and counting again, and nor will Tanne care who listens while she climbs under sacks of rough diamond. She tells again of the Blue Rock Vale that you and I will never see, and one who caught her heart when she had blood and life to feel.

These Dead like you and I, as we climb to ask the Mountain Star what will become of us. We will recall the question if we but try, we will not be like Tanne and the Old Dead. Speak to me again of our climb, of the Stars, of this Mountain Tower of diamond and sorcery - tell me the tales that I have told you.

[ Posted by Reason on September 4, 2006 | Permanent Link ]