Augury

The thrumming note beneath the soil

Vast stones begin to strain

Great terra, firm, in natal toil

Pulse quickens, spark to flame

Bashir reads stars and mercury

The coming of decree

The prism of Sophia’s eye

Seeks seeks blooded prophecy

Barakus roused begins to sway

The bass note of the storm

A feast, a war, a lover’s purr

Draws breath for coming form

Great Daas in silence fixes gaze

Toward patterns in the ash

His blade aloft for fissure’s point

Just lightning seeking flash

For Adolas has given call

Creation is to be

With shallow breath her children wait

What blossoms on the tree?

For holy Bys has turned his sight

Foretelling of the maw

And all must bear in coming days

The rending of the law