Author's note: This poem is for Hyzenthlay Bunny, the greatest Bigwig
worshiper of all times. She always adored him and Hyzenthlay and wanted to
make them be together. And she was a wonderful, lovely friend. I will never
forget her!
This is Efrafa form the point of view of Hyzenthlay:
I am sitting here
trapped in something worse than any cage
than anything made my human hand
It would not mean as much
if it were elil who were keeping me here
or if they killed me
but it is rabbits
one's of my own kind
my own people, my own race
who do this to me.
But I am not the only one
there are others, many of them
kept like slaves
underground for most of the time
just going out to silflay once a day
or to hraka near a certain hill of dirt.
The life here is not only hard
it is not worth living
but I go on
there may be almost no hope left
but it will have to last for a bit longer
but soon all my faith in Frith will be gone!
I believe in Frith, I really do
but then I see what he does
the good ones he takes away
and the bad ones he leaves to rule over the rest of the good ones
and I find it harder to trust in him.
I feel my strength leaving me
not only physical, but even worse - emotional
I can not encourage my friends any longer
I can not give them hope any more
when I have got none left myself.
But then he comes
he says that he is our friend and that he will help us
and I believe in him
I believe that if anyone can get us out of here, he can.
Not because he is stronger, or wiser, or quicker
but because he fights for something
something no Efrafa Owsla knows
nor will ever know - that mystery called freedom!
worshiper of all times. She always adored him and Hyzenthlay and wanted to
make them be together. And she was a wonderful, lovely friend. I will never
forget her!
This is Efrafa form the point of view of Hyzenthlay:
I am sitting here
trapped in something worse than any cage
than anything made my human hand
It would not mean as much
if it were elil who were keeping me here
or if they killed me
but it is rabbits
one's of my own kind
my own people, my own race
who do this to me.
But I am not the only one
there are others, many of them
kept like slaves
underground for most of the time
just going out to silflay once a day
or to hraka near a certain hill of dirt.
The life here is not only hard
it is not worth living
but I go on
there may be almost no hope left
but it will have to last for a bit longer
but soon all my faith in Frith will be gone!
I believe in Frith, I really do
but then I see what he does
the good ones he takes away
and the bad ones he leaves to rule over the rest of the good ones
and I find it harder to trust in him.
I feel my strength leaving me
not only physical, but even worse - emotional
I can not encourage my friends any longer
I can not give them hope any more
when I have got none left myself.
But then he comes
he says that he is our friend and that he will help us
and I believe in him
I believe that if anyone can get us out of here, he can.
Not because he is stronger, or wiser, or quicker
but because he fights for something
something no Efrafa Owsla knows
nor will ever know - that mystery called freedom!
