Excerpts from "A study of poetry in the 43rd century post Cataclysm." By Sister Vana Islewight
The following poem is most interesting in that a version of it still exists today. What makes it especially noteworthy is that the original is almost certainly a call to arms against the Sisterhood of Ire's keep; the forth verse (completely missing from the modern variation) makes this abundantly clear. Other noteworthy changes are that, as we've seen in other poems of this era, the archaic word 'sun' is used instead of 'star' and the spelling of the red lamp Rathis, is still 'Rethis'. Here is the poem in full:
Ever gone is Fehires golden sunlight,
Ever missed are all things green that grew here,
Ever lost are all the lands around us,
Ever dim is all the world we live in.
Fehire fell and swindled us of sunlight,
Beios the blue is cold compensation,
Rethis only angers when she waxes,
Di on waning: hope to desperation.
Never days to bask in Fehire's sunlight,
Never nights to sleep in coal black comfort,
Never rosy dawn in which to delight,
Ever haunting twilight tries to take us.
Evergloom: three-pronged land on barren moon,
Rotting lands, and where Keep stands: rotten core.
The Fourteen Kingdoms pay the Sisters boon,
The cost? Their daughters to prop up Ire's rule.
Ever hope to reignite,
Ever sharp swords make light,
Ever long wives-tales hark,
Evergloom, but never dark.
As the forth verse is completely new to me, I shall start the breakdown there. 'Three-pronged land' almost certainly is a reference to the triangular shape of the inhabitable land between the three lamps (which we call Evergloom), and the 'barren moon' is certainly referring to the wasteland beyond.
Although the world's eco-system has stabalised now, the 43rd century post Cataclysm world was still undergoing great changes as the plant life was replaced with fungi. This I believe is what 'Rotting lands' is referencing. There was no way for those people to know it would work out fine in the end. Of course, the 'rotten core' is meant to be Ires' Keep, but I cannot fathom, even in those times, why anyone would blame us Sisters for the fall of Fehire...