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Lulani-eleumo, Lulani-miraien
In the beginning
Our world was but a ball of clay
Cast into the void by the Sculptor
His daughter, Lulani
A gentle soul
Would not see it wasted
She bargained with the Sculptor
And came to reside here
And walked upon the earth
She shaped the land
With Her sacred clay
And stirred the winds with Her breath
Where She stepped,
The grasses grew tall
And flowers bloomed in Her wake
The land was fresh and beautiful
Ever growing, full of life
But She was unhappy, for She was alone
In Her wanderings, She came upon a valley
In which grew a lovely rose
And its beauty entranced Her
She sat down beside it
And it thrived under Her tender care
And grew tall and strong
Though She was happy near the rose,
She knew She must move on
And She wished for a companion
The Sculptor granted Her wish
In the form of Jalor, who stepped from the rose
On a blue-green morning, as She was leaving
He was as beautiful as the rose
And they lay down together
And where they had loved, roses grew
They journeyed on together,
Shaping the world with capable hands
And from the roses were born Her children
We, Her children, follow Her path
And tend Her roses
Her Way is the Way of wisdom
Lulani-carrandal, piiria elai reiain,
Lulani-miraien, aiementa helo.
In the beginning
Our world was but a ball of clay
Cast into the void by the Sculptor
His daughter, Lulani
A gentle soul
Would not see it wasted
She bargained with the Sculptor
And came to reside here
And walked upon the earth
She shaped the land
With Her sacred clay
And stirred the winds with Her breath
Where She stepped,
The grasses grew tall
And flowers bloomed in Her wake
The land was fresh and beautiful
Ever growing, full of life
But She was unhappy, for She was alone
In Her wanderings, She came upon a valley
In which grew a lovely rose
And its beauty entranced Her
She sat down beside it
And it thrived under Her tender care
And grew tall and strong
Though She was happy near the rose,
She knew She must move on
And She wished for a companion
The Sculptor granted Her wish
In the form of Jalor, who stepped from the rose
On a blue-green morning, as She was leaving
He was as beautiful as the rose
And they lay down together
And where they had loved, roses grew
They journeyed on together,
Shaping the world with capable hands
And from the roses were born Her children
We, Her children, follow Her path
And tend Her roses
Her Way is the Way of wisdom
Lulani-carrandal, piiria elai reiain,
Lulani-miraien, aiementa helo.
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My entry for [link]
The theme was a doozy for a non-believer. xD
AKA a good reason to bust out my elf lore again.
This comes from notes from ages ago, when I was trying to work out the basis of a religion...
A creation myth from the Path of Lulani [Lulani-piiria]
Elvish lines are from my own developing language.
The beginning one translates to:
Lulani illuminate us, Lulani our mother
And the end:
Lulani’s children follow Her path of light and song
Lulani our Mother, lead us Home.
This would be chanted by a priestess at festival-time.
The theme was a doozy for a non-believer. xD
AKA a good reason to bust out my elf lore again.
This comes from notes from ages ago, when I was trying to work out the basis of a religion...
A creation myth from the Path of Lulani [Lulani-piiria]
Elvish lines are from my own developing language.
The beginning one translates to:
Lulani illuminate us, Lulani our mother
And the end:
Lulani’s children follow Her path of light and song
Lulani our Mother, lead us Home.
This would be chanted by a priestess at festival-time.
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Just an enchanting piece of writing through and through. I even enjoyed the lines I couldn't understand ^^ (before I read the interpretation). I am a little curious as to why some of the "she"s and "her"s were not capitalized, but that's a lesser detail. Good luck in the judging!