whitehound

They say that the black-haired boy could talk to snakes, but that was before my time.  That was the other boy, of course, the one who grew up to be one of the four first chiefs of the school here - it was he brought us here.  He came from a place of many waters and he liked anything odd, not human.  He had a snake, a basilisk, and when he quarrelled with his lover and left we could hear her twisting through the pipes for so long, so lonely without a mate or a master....  When she was young they say she used to come out of the pipes into the loch and swim, and we had to stay away from her gaze, but that was before my time. Then the other one,

Listen to the song of the world's wind See my children leap up See my children cast off Soaring Into the sky Seek my seed - my children were born Dancing In a dazzle of colour Now they spiral upwards Climbing Feathered with fractured light - The light of the sun Streams past the out-stretched hand Shedding their teeth To sow an army Death and the fire of heaven Cast them down Shipwrecked in stone, still fringed With frozen light - Shall the stones take flight? Listen to the song of the world's wind See my children leap up See my children cast off Sorrow Into the sky Icarus fell, but Daedalus Sweeps on - the storm