Triuwe : Musa's Poem To Riven
You have my triuwe
Though my hearts you have torn into tattered rags.
Though I hurt as if filled with hell-fire
Yet you I can never hate.
I am a stone tree
So strongly rooted
Not raging weather,
Nor withering flames
Nor sharp axes,
Nor the sun's shafts
Nor any malice
From the mare-den or from men
Will cleave me from you
Will quell my care.
I watch over you
With my world-eyes
I wrap you
With leafy wings
I stand your sentinel
Staunch and sturdy -
From this wyrde
I will have no rest -
On a watch ever silent, ever loving,
By the strands of the shimmering life-streams.
- Musa Of Melodia
Triuwe: Loyalty
Mare-den: Cave of nightmares, Hell
Wyrde: Fate