Prose Holi

By Sione Holi
From the Caves, we flee the gardens of The have withered and dried. Burning shores, fire dances from above only to find rest upon the spruces. Waters of Life, why do The suffer? As new homes are born we are focused to sway in your embrace yet again. i'malihen the raft of Jul.
Mists of The choke us and burn our flesh. Why? Ten Thousand sails rush from the burning shores. Nine thousand nine hundred and six ships would burn The would keep them for oneself. Are The so cruel? Or perhaps it is kindness, for The has embraced them. i'malihen the raft of Glynni.
From far we see The's burning hair, ashes as tears. Red and burning for The are truly beautiful and terrifying. Waters of Life shall The carry us for a day or a night? Will home return or will we sway too far?
i'malihen the raft of Zulae.
Waters of Life so we dance, we dance and sway for days. Salted air, ashes rest upon our brow. Home The had cast us out, away from your golden shores. Does The grow? Will The's tears of black cool and harden? Will fruit grow?
i'malihen the raft of Phyrra.
Empty? Waters of Life why is The so lonely? We dance with you for weeks but find nothing but the beaten sun. Water of Life but we have not to eat, who partake in your bounty speak of madness. Shall The refrain from your gift?
i'malihen the raft of Cluym.
Horror, heads of many, scales and eyes, horror. They emerged with vigorous hunger, does The see? Sails of four sailed, horror of heads claim two. They scream and call for The. Will The listen?
i'malihen the raft of Aarl.
We came upon a shore of crystal sand. Fruits of the land killed our hunger, sweet juices, and honey feed our hope. We rested till those of the ilk came with chains. We ran, from two sails to one, does The favor us?
i'malihen the raft of Syrune.
Have we suffered enough for The? We lay starved and withered like the trees of your home. We consume what we are sworn never to partake. Is The peased with their people now?
i'malihen the raft of Ievos.
Green Plains, tall trees reaching towards His sky. Cries of joy and relief joy, they praised The. But this is no shores of gold or turquoise waters of sweet life. Did The form these plains? Did your tears harden into this home?
i'malihen the raft of Sione.
We fleed The to the gardens of sorrow. Sorrow's kiss stung and festered, till the limb was no more. To new lands one found new waters and The did you follow? Are we alone now in this most strange of lands? Will we remember The?
i'malihen the raft of The.