The Sailor
The riverside of Mura whispered of a sailor who strayed from the sea. At the sight of Lady Alder, his heart almost stopped, for he had never heard before such whispers of a Tree.
"I have sailed a thousand seas, waved countless shores - yet never I have ever heard such beautiful voice before."
Riverside replies:
"Here, the waters carry away the free. Here, she reigns thee.
The queen who guides the River to surrender.
They pruned her kingdom - cut her roots - build a wall not so tender.
To prevent her way.
Little by little, the Light became her Sword whispering through the Forest: stay away, stay away.“
In his striped, funny shirt, the sailor looks at the ground, astouned.
In his heart, he ask's: "What kind of a being is that?"
The riverside laughs and says to him:
"Just her legs, one of many.
Our dark Lady reigns beyond your will.
Watch out - when the Sun meets with the Moon to drink their tea
her lush gardens will summon
the spirits of the Tree.
Beware and spare your heart to the ground as you listen to the Keepers.
Oh no, do not despair, blind sailor.
Though you cannot see, you do have eyes! Remember. Remember. Remember."
"What shall I remember?" he replies - bewildered and suprised.
The river grows angry and throws a stone at his head.
He screams, he trashes; the water rises and swallows him and his small boat.
It floods and devours, covers the landscape, flattens the soil.
His arms flap back and forth, but it is too late.
She swirls and tosses,
trembling him against the stones until he has no voice, no more.
Scared and just a man who cannot breathe the water in
to save himself - in vain.
She had her say and took the poor sailor away.
On the queen's arm, the black sister sat down.
"Kro-kra, kra-kri! I come to tell ye."
Waking from her sleep she sees the river crawling through her feet.
She giggles and says: "What have ye come to say, dear sister?"
"Indeed, the sailor has been swallowed. Though he could not see, he still has eyes! Kro-kra. Kra- kri!"
The queen smilled and replied, „I will tell ye now,"
turning to the moon smilling at the night.
„Sister help the sailor who can not see.“
The body of the sailor lies dead in the mud, laid out for the fish to dine.
A circle of white light forms between her two eyes.
As it does, it shines across and burns the queen's red hair bright,
illuminating the flooded land where the sailor's body lies.
It pierces his chest; his curly golden hair
is washed away of mud and clay.
"He's surfaced, kro-kra , kra-kri !" says she.
The sailor floats, and the river is still.
"What are ye waiting for, sister Mura? Kro-kra, kra-kri!"
„His metal-covered blindness has been washed. Why does he still not see? "
Out of the forest, sister Deer comes to thee.
She bites into the golden hair and pulls him to the shore.
Gently, she wipes his eyes and says:
"Take your branches and dig his grave.
Deep, deep, deep as he was drowned.“
The queen nods and stretches out.
The branches dig, dig, dig, a darkness in the ground.
Amidst the Brothers and the Sisters, now a deep hole is to be found.
Sister Deer pushes the sailor and a loud crash is echoing around,
her hooves pushing the black earth over his mouth.
„ Ah,“ the queen points out, „ now as the earth surrounds him
he at peace will be, and now he finally can see.
As from his grave, now grows a new Tree."
