Hymn to Ancestral Memory

 

Oh muse, impart upon us, tales of times since passed,

Oh daughter of thought, so pensive and bright, enduring reminder of all we've forgot,

Oh muse, to us sing, delicate your song, a casualty,

To silent change and deafening strife, abandoned cruelly, ready, for a new life

Bestow upon us, through our tongue bitten back, 

Your words come forth, through mud and bone, through the very blood in our veins that flow,

Summon stories, woven deep in our flesh,

In e'ry turn of this planet painted blue, to us whisper memories, lost to the stars.