Silgrad Tower from the Ashes

Feet of our friends, welcome, be warmed by the sun.
It's trail blazes within you, fain all without be shunned.
Stunted without action, so long lives the sun.
Shall it keep you warm first, for the battles have begun.
Shaken through a light rend. Shall we be obscure or clear,
Obtuse or aloft then, shall we from dark pathways veer.

Feet of our friends, welcome, be warmed by the sun.
It's sand may cascade you, bringing purchases from the sun.
Warm winds, all over thee,
Warm winds within the soul of thee,
Warmth to thee,
Thus consume thee,
May you live with us.
Underneath, oh blessed calling,
Underneath, come and dwelleth underneath,
Lest the foregrounds of our ancestors are shunned.

Feet of our friends, welcome, be warmed by the sun.
It's trail blazes within you,
Fain all without be shunned.
Struck without option,
Note in pleaded tonuge:
Come lofty or octave, come beneath the sun.

Run within the winds, under the sun.
Run within the wind.

Let the love of sands and of wind spring thee while afoot. To curse here, is a blessing to all.

heyyy - never argue with a poetically minded rino

this bit interests me:

"Thus consume thee,
May you live with us.
Underneath, oh blessed calling,
Underneath, come and dwelleth underneath,
Lest the foregrounds of our ancestors are shunned."

It made me thik of kingevil's '100 cities'