Secundus

The Arrow now turned back again will leave all in a state Of unreasoned fury, confusion, and debate No purpose here can be resolved, no enemy will be involved Until the quandary is solved, the conundrum doth conflate The clues recovered from the Fall will all the truth relate.   It isn’t quite as clear as glass, as some might want to see. In fact, it’s running forth to back, in terms quite temporally The voices speak in riddles deep, solutions come in complex leaps But the Razor you should try to keep, The past is hard to see. The future has now attained uncanny clarity.   Return to where it began, or rather, where it’s begun The Dragons hide secrets, but the Stone just hides the one Your path is laid for the coming days in cities that have lost their way The directions clear, the outcome gray, but watch the rising sun   The concrete manner of the world’s been definitely disturbed The course now turns on itself, its forward motion curbed With dust and splinters of the shard, the test is grim, the challenge hard But finding FAITH, the great reward will no doubt save the world. The skeins rewinding uncontrolled will only Chaos serve.   To, therefore, find this missing FAITH, one must then embark Upon a quest more glorious than a search for Noah’s Ark It seems to be quite out of place, to look for signs of Isaac’s race A clue perhaps? A scent? A trace? It’s not just whimsy’s lark No, FAITH is more than just belief, so to the heralds, hark.   The first is in a Spider’s web, but not in cattle’s milk Also in seas, not ocean, creek, river or their ilk The second is in days and years, but not in months or eras In bay and eddy also found, but not in fears or terrors The third in legs, not arms or eggs, though ending in “defeat” Poetic licenses here be damned, the pun is just a treat. Fourth is found within an elf, but not found in the elves As well as Dwarf, but not in Dwarves; they removed it there themselves. The next is in the air and earth, but not in fire nor “well” Water has it within, but fire? What the hell? The last begins the End, though at the finish? None. But in Ending and Beginning, they have exactly one.   SO to the source here, you must go, to discover truth alone As in Highland lore, despite the gore, “There can be only one” They did not have to die it seems, they might have passed “between the seams” The Prism lies beneath their dreams, hidden, yet unknown.   A plan to bring the wayward home; a ward, a shelter, shield Four of the forces brought to bear have gathered and congealed The Winds of the West now start to rise, The Cauldron’s under watchful eyes The Blades are drawn, to strategize against the foes concealed And the Chroniclers have in Farthfell formed, Truth’s weapons there to wield.   There is so much more to tell, but time is not your friend. The closer comes beginning, so too come nigh the end A sliver’s chance, a splinter’s breadth, are all that keep at bay your death The passage forward must not be left at the Beginning’s End Fears of the Victims of the storms allay, and the Arrow’s doom forfend.