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      Author: [article=The Watcher]

      Published: [article=4500 DE]


    Words is a series of prophecies written by [article=The Watcher], originally published in [article=4500 DE]. The English-translated version takes the form of free verse poetry. The full work is 625 lines long – including blank lines – and seems to refer to a number of future events, such as [article=the fall of D'ni] and the family discord of [article=Atrus] and his kin.





    Words was well-received by the D'ni when it was published, and retained a sizable following all the way up to D'ni's destruction in [article=9400 DE]. [article=King Jaron] attempted to fulfill the prophecy that "because of tunnels, D'ni has changed forever" by undertaking a large-scale expansion effort throughout the [article=D'ni cavern]. It is likely that the work remained popular because of its perceived accuracy in predicting future events – though like all prophecies, its accuracy is a matter of personal interpretation.


    [h=1]Original Text[/h]

    [h=2]Section 1[/h]


    ] Revere the Maker; cherish the made.

    ] Here lies wisdom.


    ] The door lies at the end of the path.

    ] Who will gather? Many.

    ] Who will finish? Few.


    ] The grower will take time.

    ] The grower will bring light.

    ] The grower will have Ages.

    ] Take it, and more it to and fro.

    ] Bring light, and give it to the dark places.

    ] Have Ages, and link to them without bindings.


    ] Loud cries yet again.

    ] Can it be made? No.

    ] We mourn our loss.

    ] No one sees.


    ] In the rock where changes are found.

    ] Because of tunnels D’ni has changed forever.

    ] New events surround us,

    ] Awaiting our arrival.


    ] The path to the left or right?

    ] That is the only power of man.


    ] The grower leads in the dark,

    ] While the deceiver flails in the light.

    ] The grower raises truth in the absence of eyes,

    ] While the deceiver blesses them in clear view of many.

    ] Without the grower, those who are like the grower would never learn.

    ] Without the grower, the name known by all would not have existed.


    ] Knowing the least is the path of wisdom.

    ] A sweet aroma rising up.

    ] Kings and prophets, the proud ones have the stench of death.

    ] The passing of time brings the path to the gathered.

    ] A breach has been cut, and now the paths are joined.

    ] The giving of gifts heals the wound of the builder.


    ] In cages they weep,

    ] Time and again.

    ] But without their tears,

    ] Truth remains hidden.


    ] Your cry is your call.

    ] If no one will hear them, weep for us.


    ] The choices of the wise bring pleasure to the Maker.

    ] The meeting of worlds is death and life.


    ] They count years and months.

    ] A long week is as short as an age is long.


    ] There is noise where once there was silence;

    ] Light where once there was not.

    ] Stone stands tall,

    ] And rock falls down.

    ] And they are watched;

    ] Always.

    ] Not knowing.

    ] Silence will return.

    ] Light will fade.

    ] Stone will fall.

    ] Rock will grow,

    ] Again.


    ] From the shadow of the wound, history will be rewritten.

    ] The disease will spread until D’ni cannot be saved.


    ] Seven they are,

    ] Though little do they realize

    ] Only four is seen as they see.

    ] For seven is one,

    ] And one is seven.


    ] Writing of links is a gift to be cherished.


    ] Where are our people?

    ] Who are our people?

    ] What are our people?

    ] Cry those who die on the streets.


    ] The crumbling of the walls will come from within.

    ] The stories of the destroyer will be the start of the burden.

    ] The burdened one will come from outside.

    ] The burden of the remnant will be laid upon his shoulders.

    ] Be still and the path will be made known.


    ] What will grow?

    ] The tree of all things.

    ] Who will grow it?

    ] The grower.


    ] Pages burn.

    ] Ink spills.

    ] Is there no one to protect us?

    ] When we turn against ourselves.


    ] Books will be your stronghold, and then you will die.

    ] The destroyer will cut down this great tree of wickedness?

    ] Another place will be their refuge,

    ] Another place will be their home.

    ] Dance and celebrate, for the tree grows again.


    ] Seven nameless abused;

    ] Six called abused;

    ] Five sent away;

    ] Four sell to three;

    ] Three excepted without eighteen;

    ] Two one of eight;

    ] One wear color and hold paper.


    ] Poison fills the hearts of many;

    ] New air enters some.

    ] Believe.


    ] The scream you hear has no breath.

    ] Old ways are kept just to test.


    ] Curses reign upon the others;

    ] From the lips of the proud.

    ] Eyes are removed,

    ] Yet sight is restored.


    [h=2]Section 2[/h]


    ] Do not trust the sons of the burdened one.

    ] They will seek comfort in their books.

    ] This is the warning of the fall.

    ] Do not seek comfort in your books.

    ] When destruction comes, other ages will not save you.


    ] Seen under bones in the jail cells,

    ] A row of keys is here.


    ] Minds are soft, hearts are callused.

    ] In the new place chaos reigns.

    ] Wisdom is hidden.

    ] But a storm approaches, and a new river flows.

    ] Its waters of deep red stain the land.

    ] Cross the valley of dry sand and new blooms will appear.

    ] Wisdom is found.


    ] The action of the gathered means nothing.

    ] The action of the deceived is toiling in vain.


    ] The dam has been destroyed,

    ] And the river opened.

    ] He who unleashes its fury

    ] Screams for mercy, and calls for help.

    ] But no one comes.

    ] As death drowns him,

    ] It takes everything in its path.


    ] Darkness makes the righteous humble and the evil bold.

    ] Darkness comes at the end of time.

    ] Take the path upward, or those above will travel downward.

    ] Seek the path of the shell.

    ] The meeting of worlds is destruction and blessing.

    ] The kingdom of D’ni is not made of rock and stone, but heart and mind.


    ] They rejoice at a spark,

    ] Though they never see the fire.

    ] They rejoice at a star,

    ] Though they never see the sun.

    ] They honor magicians,

    ] And never know of true power.

    ] They bow to liars,

    ] Because truth cannot wait.


    ] When the tree dies there will come a new one.

    ] A grower to learn of the death.

    ] A grower to see new life.

    ] A grower to bring the gathered.

    ] A grower to restore the least.

    ] A grower to move through time.

    ] A grower to link at will.

    ] A grower to follow the shell.

    ] A grower to banish the darkness.

    ] A grower to graft the branches.

    ] A grower to join the paths.


    ] Black turns to green.

    ] Red and yellow fruits emerge.

    ] And he laughs at the worm,

    ] And soon there are many.


    ] The hill of fire allows them to find their way.

    ] Evil follows their path.

    ] One will take where another left off.

    ] Vagabonds enter unknowingly.

    ] Incomplete is the task at hand.

    ] Soon there will be another.


    ] Thought not a King, the Ruler dies.

    ] The spilling of his blood

    ] Creates rivers in the city.


    ] He laughs and smiles and cries at him

    ] And the one with him.

    ] Another teachers,

    ] So that the choices are ours.


    ] The patient find solace in the wait,

    ] While the restless follow the path of folly.

    ] Follow the patient path.


    ] There are three who live in darkness and silence.

    ] Blinded are those who search for them.

    ] One saves D’ni and dies

    ] At the hands of rulers.

    ] Another destroys D’ni and lives

    ] At the hands of followers.

    ] There is another who both destroys and saves;

    ] Both lives and dies,

    ] At the hands of both rulers and followers.

    ] While there is always strength in the hidden,

    ] There is a great trust in those who live and die.


    ] The Maker uses those who are willing.

    ] He provides a light to discern the willing from the wicked.

    ] A light in the cavern eases fears and provides comfort for the willing.

    ] A light in the cavern causes the wicked to scurry to the darkness.


    ] A new life, in a new place, begins for a few;

    ] Full of blessings, full of good.

    ] But maturity does not come from ease and prosperity.

    ] Prepare for suffering, and growth will come.


    ] Life dies, darkness spreads.

    ] Day ends, Night grows.


    ] What is this invasion?

    ] For the fourth time, they come.

    ] Two come to war;

    ] Two run from war;

    ] Two die;

    ] Two live although they kill.

    ] All of them;

    ] Above whom are none

    ] They believe.


    ] So I say again

    ] Seven they are,

    ] Though little do they realize.

    ] Only four is seen as they see.

    ] For seven is one,

    ] And one is seven.


    ] Libraries hold the writings of man.

    ] Hearts hold the truth of the Maker.


    [h=2]Section 3[/h]


    ] Like a tree they spread.

    ] Like a tree they unite.

    ] Like a tree they spread.

    ] Like a tree they unite.

    ] It repeats over and over,

    ] And brings fits to my sleep.

    ] From many to one,

    ] And one to many.


    ] Pause.

    ] Harken unto my expressed summons as given.


    ] Remain.

    ] Know you are meant to go through it and wait nearby.


    ] Wait.

    ] If you can be calm,

    ] The way is simple thing to gain.


    ] Linger.

    ] Be quiet and see what’s near.

    ] You can open it.


    ] Do not forsake the Maker,

    ] For the meaning of his name is only for him.


    ] Mountains stand tall.

    ] New water feeds the stagnant.

    ] Through the minds of impostors

    ] Comes new life.


    ] A puddle frozen in time

    ] Brings strength to the weak.

    ] Minds are forsaken,

    ] And bodies are lost.


    ] A river of blood flows from the surface.


    ] It is written in the dark.

    ] The ten eyes do not see it.

    ] He creates alone;

    ] Weary of what may come.


    ] Why does the maker not know our choice?

    ] Because he chooses not to know it.

    ] He sees the branches of all choices,

    ] He knows the paths of all possibilities.

    ] But the pruning he has placed in the hands of man.

    ] This is the strength and downfall of man.

    ] This is how man will be measured.


    ] But it is many who will come

    ] To revel in his joy;

    ] To hide themselves from the eyes

    ] Who do not see the path.


    ] One who finds, will need.

    ] One who needs, will find.

    ] And one who meets the needs of another

    ] Will find his own needs met.


    ] They will subdue the weak and it will be their undoing.

    ] From above will come destruction, from above will come new life.

    ] The wound in the desert will bring forth the renewal of hope.

    ] Bring the least, and expect nothing in return.

    ] The passing of time brings the past to the present.


    ] Circles are the paths that lead to walls;

    ] And return to the beginning.


    ] Take time to know the faces of stone.

    ] Take time to understand the path of the shell.

    ] What will crush you?

    ] The weight of ordinances and laws.

    ] What will lift you?

    ] The wings of a heart for the Maker.


    ] The watcher will watch for words from the Maker.

    ] The voice will speak the mind of the Maker.

    ] The grower will grant the blessings of the Maker.

    ] The destroyer will hold the knife of the Maker.

    ] The seeker will share the truths of the Maker.

    ] The grower will bring the life of the Maker.

    ] The builder will build the peace of the Maker.


    ] First there is a one;

    ] Followed by a nine.

    ] Four leads a ten.

    ] Numbers;

    ] Cut into stone.

    ] If understood they could save,

    ] But their value is lost on the blind.

    ] Look at the time they spend trying to see numbers.

    ] There is no value in such numbers.

    ] For only after are they understood.

    ] Why do these numbers haunt us so?

    ] They will laugh upon us

    ] And reveal our weakness;

    ] In the face of the great time.


    ] Foolish men. Do you think that you are the only writers?

    ] Who is this new writer? The rules are written within him.


    ] The rain starts and the tree will grow,

    ] But are you the one to start it?

    ] You did nothing but follow.

    ] The grower is the one who leads.


    ] You toil and strive to write Ages and move stones.

    ] The path of the stone is toil for the gathered.


    ] Ink will be shared,

    ] And Ink will be lost.


    ] The Maker knows all the branches of the tree.

    ] The Maker can send the knife of the water.


    ] And few will be greater than the grower.

    ] For the grower will know pain.

    ] And the wounds will make the least the greatest.

    ] But do not be deceived.

    ] Few ears in the low places will know the grower.

    ] But many ears will hear those who claim to be the grower.

    ] Only the ears of the new ones will hear the true grower.

    ] Do not be deceived.


    [h=2]Section 4[/h]


    ] In the night they walk through the streets

    ] Looking to one another for explanation;

    ] Trying to understand the mourning that fills the city,

    ] And prevent them from lying down.

    ] Others ignore the wails.

    ] They feel safe and talk as though they are immortal.

    ] As they too succumb to death

    ] They remember the restless nights.


    ] The number of the watcher is six hundred and twenty five.

    ] It is the number of waiting.

    ] It is the number of truth.


    ] You only need to ask what has been viewed to know.


    ] A heart for the least is the path to forgiveness.

    ] Move your heart far from pride, and joy will come.


    ] A desert bird knows where to wait and watch

    ] A desert bird knows when the storm will come.

    ] A desert bird knows where the water will flow.

    ] A desert bird knows when the tree will grow.


    ] A new five reign.

    ] To bring them back;

    ] To return;

    ] To unite.


    ] A new one reigns.

    ] To send them away;

    ] To push away;

    ] To divide.


    ] If more you seek,

    ] Ask and then be given a ray of hope.


    ] A man pulls ten others behind him,

    ] Because he believes.

    ] Another lifeless body is thrown into the cart,

    ] Because it doubts.

    ] People line the street

    ] Watching the cart go through their midst.

    ] Wondering what they should choose,

    ] And where their own body will be soon.


    ] Learn from the least, for their burden is great.

    ] A bird from the desert will build a nest in the tree.


    ] There is a circle of seasons,

    ] Death and life,

    ] Until a final end.

    ] The way is made clear at the end of time.


    ] Do not fear the wound, it is a way of peace in time of need.

    ] A place of patience;

    ] A place of stone;

    ] The gathered are known by their faces of stone.

    ] A place to fall;

    ] A place to be raised;

    ] The gathered will fall into the wound.


    ] Like the lelam they grow,

    ] Expanding in size

    ] But lessening in thickness.

    ] Expanding in territory.

    ] Swallowing enemies and smaller beasts

    ] But dying slowly.

    ] For what they eat is of little value.

    ] And what they consume destroys the stomach.

    ] So they continue to expand,

    ] Until there is nothing left where they started.


    ] Winds of change blow from above.

    ] Feel the wind, it will move you.


    ] The little ones destroy;

    ] The little ones rebuild;

    ] The little ones remove;

    ] The little ones give back.


    ] The future is always revealed to those who wait.

    ] But the proud have no patience.

    ] Because of pride, the destruction will come.


    ] This is your one answer.

    ] What is given is proof of it.


    ] The wound gives birth to the rebuilder of pride.

    ] The wound takes the age of the rebuilder of pride.


    ] A new five reign;

    ] To bring them home;

    ] To return their life;

    ] To unite their desires.


    ] Rest in the light.

    ] Call in the dark.

    ] Sing in the time of joy.

    ] Weep in the time of the pride.


    ] A new one reigns;

    ] To send them away to what is good;

    ] To return them to what is right;

    ] To unite them to what is true.


    ] A heart for pleasure is a filthy pit of binding.

    ] A heart for the Maker is a clean breath of release.


    ] For they have claimed a share of very old order.


    ] I see the tree

    ] With only one branch.

    ] What misery

    ] To watch it fall

    ] And never grow.


    ] Nothing but a seed;

    ] A seed that grows slowly;

    ] Roots grow, fed by water;

    ] Growing upward, only one.


    ] The remnant will live in plenty,

    ] Until a time of testing comes.

    ] The remnant will learn of the Maker.

    ] From one who learns of the Maker.


    [h=2]Section 5[/h]


    ] Do my wishes deceive me?

    ] I have never seen like this before

    ] Darkness and tears fill my eyes,

    ] But not today.

    ] No longer do they mourn;

    ] No longer do they not realize their path.

    ] Is this the ending?

    ] Is this what I wait for?

    ] There can be no deception

    ] With such dreams that outweigh my own.

    ] Does this end have to leave so soon?

    ] Do not take the end from me.


    ] Do not put out the least for they will save you.

    ] The gathered will tell of the path of the shell.

    ] The bound will know of the path of the stone.

    ] Words are many, but action is what is desired.

    ] The gathered will find rest when the light comes.

    ] The circle is broken;

    ] The metal is melted in the fire.

    ] Strangely the cloth does not burn.

    ] The cloth of many;

    ] It remains in the fire

    ] And produces new life.

    ] Though the circle is gone

    ] It has brought triumph.


    ] The dreams of the wise are a gift from the Maker.

    ] The cleft is blessing to the gathered.

    ] Contempt is a gift from the accuser.

    ] Roll the stone to know the deceiver.


    ] They ask for it again.

    ] They cry out for yesterday.

    ] They want wisdom united

    ] Under one.

    ] “Never”, He says.

    ] That time has vanished.

    ] Misery will be great

    ] If that ancient place is visited again.


    ] Can a dead tree grow again?

    ] A man looks and sees death.

    ] It has been cut to nothing.

    ] There are no more branches,

    ] And no future is seen.

    ] But the Maker looks and sees life

    ] Beneath the death and destruction.

    ] A drop of water falls from the sky,

    ] And begins the journey downward.

    ] And the roots drink deeply.

    ] With the wisdom of the grower a new branch will grow.


    ] The burdened one will write to save worlds, and save one.

    ] The dreamer will dream to save worlds, and save many.

    ] The path is folly for those who toil.

    ] The path is wise for those who wait.


    ] I see the tree, with so many branches.

    ] What a sight!

    ] To watch it fall, and grow again.


    ] Can teeth replace Books?

    ] Can hands replace Ink?

    ] Can mirrors replace memory?

    ] Can one replace the many?

    ] When such things are believed

    ] So an ending nears.


    ] The Maker listens to D’ni,

    ] And he hears nothing.


    ] All of them look over you.

    ] And they do not see the right path.

    ] Follow the path of light, enter a new beginning.


    ] They seek answers in Ink and Paper

    ] And only find truth.

    ] They seek change in truth

    ] And only find empty hearts.


    ] They follow the truth and denounce all that is within.

    ] Evil is buried as quickly as love.

    ] They study the truth and denounce all choice.

    ] Evil is shunned as quickly as good.

    ] They write the truth and denounce all that came before.

    ] Perfection is sought as quickly as evil.


    ] Seek knowledge and you will find evil.

    ] Seek wisdom and you will find knowledge.

    ] Seek truth and you will find wisdom.

    ] Seek love and you will find truth.


    ] A new river flows through the land,

    ] Its paths are chosen wisely.

    ] The waters have lived through many dry lands

    ] And are no longer deceived by imaginary images.

    ] There are some who hear it roar through the land;

    ] Some see the dark waves and ripples.

    ] Those who refuse to acknowledge that it flows

    ] Are swept away by the storm that follows.


    ] Make a path to the sun,

    ] And the light will sine upon you.

    ] Make a path to the sky,

    ] And the storms will come.


    ] A new tree buries the beliefs of old;

    ] A tree of stone and power.

    ] Deep roots sustain it;

    ] Roots that absorb the waters of the past;

    ] Waters long forgotten

    ] But still flowing underground;

    ] Under new trees, with barks of life

    ] And rings of stone.


    ] Under the sun is the bringer of destruction.

    ] To the wound the bringer of pride returns.

    ] But the son of the son will carry the burden.

    ] And his wife will face the storm.

    ] Give him a pen, and he will plan.

    ] Give her a pen, and she will dream.

    ] And a daughter will carry the burden of her father.

    ] And the daughter of the daughter will live in peace.





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