Age Of The Two Kindreds

In the Age of the Two Kindreds
We lived in harmony with the land,
Forging the flames of the west
And the edens of the east,
Wedding the daughters of twilight
To the men who toiled the land,
Knowing we would return soon
To the far lonely isle.

We heard the dusk singer’s song
Born of the nightingales,
And we lamented their silenced voice
At the end of this time,
All the old songs are dead now
All part of ‘morrows myth,
But in the Age of the Two Kindreds
We lived in harmony with the land,
And loved all living things.

Poem by Paul D Aronson.

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