"The Mantled Heart"
Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 4:42 pm
Title: “The Mantled Heart” Song & Introduction by Morlund Greystag
(OOC: Based upon and inspired by Greensleeves)
This is from a story of many names concerning an unknown noble spellcaster (accounts differ whether the person was an arcane or divine caster – accounts even differ as to the race or sex of the person!) during The Time of Troubles who lost their powers despite a deep devotion to the Mother of all Magic and then still did not waiver in that devotion. The veracity of the story is difficult to ascertain but not the reality for spellcasters who did lose their access to the Weave during the new goddess’ ascension to the ranks of deity. The song sings of loss and yet of hopes - of once again feeling the love of the divine Lady of Mysteries for her faithful. In some stories the person lives in some they die such is the nature of folk tales. This song gives honor to her followers who stood the test of dedication to their patron deity. And as has been seen she has not been found wanting to those who stood by her during the Time of Troubles. It is known in the story that Ao doesn’t grant prayers, the speaker’s asking even that silent one is a mark of their desperation at losing contact with the wellspring of the goddess.
Alas, oh stars above, you do me wrong,
to cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
delighting in your reverie.
Chorus:
Mystery was my delight,
Mystery was all my joy,
Mystery was my heart of light,
and who but my Lady o’ Mysteries.
Your foes you've broken, like my heart,
Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart
yet my heart remains within the Weave.
Chorus
I would be ready at your hand,
To grant whatever you should crave,
I have both wagered life and land,
Your love and good-will for to have.
Chorus
Stars above, if you intend thus to disdain,
It will the more enrapture me,
and even so, I still remain
A lover captive in the Weave.
Chorus
My weary body mantled all in blue,
these hands wouldst ever wait on thee;
and this though gallant to be seen;
yet thou wouldst not love me.
Chorus
Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
but in me thou hadst it readily.
Thy secret voice still sings to me;
yet still thou dost not love me.
Chorus
Well, I will pray to Ao on high,
that thou my constancy mayst see,
And that yet once more before I die,
Thou wilt vouchsafe again to love me.
Chorus
Ah, Mystery, now farewell, good night,
To Ao I pray to prosper thee,
for I am still thy lover true,
Oh stars above once again - love me…
Chorus
(OOC: Based upon and inspired by Greensleeves)
This is from a story of many names concerning an unknown noble spellcaster (accounts differ whether the person was an arcane or divine caster – accounts even differ as to the race or sex of the person!) during The Time of Troubles who lost their powers despite a deep devotion to the Mother of all Magic and then still did not waiver in that devotion. The veracity of the story is difficult to ascertain but not the reality for spellcasters who did lose their access to the Weave during the new goddess’ ascension to the ranks of deity. The song sings of loss and yet of hopes - of once again feeling the love of the divine Lady of Mysteries for her faithful. In some stories the person lives in some they die such is the nature of folk tales. This song gives honor to her followers who stood the test of dedication to their patron deity. And as has been seen she has not been found wanting to those who stood by her during the Time of Troubles. It is known in the story that Ao doesn’t grant prayers, the speaker’s asking even that silent one is a mark of their desperation at losing contact with the wellspring of the goddess.
Alas, oh stars above, you do me wrong,
to cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
delighting in your reverie.
Chorus:
Mystery was my delight,
Mystery was all my joy,
Mystery was my heart of light,
and who but my Lady o’ Mysteries.
Your foes you've broken, like my heart,
Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart
yet my heart remains within the Weave.
Chorus
I would be ready at your hand,
To grant whatever you should crave,
I have both wagered life and land,
Your love and good-will for to have.
Chorus
Stars above, if you intend thus to disdain,
It will the more enrapture me,
and even so, I still remain
A lover captive in the Weave.
Chorus
My weary body mantled all in blue,
these hands wouldst ever wait on thee;
and this though gallant to be seen;
yet thou wouldst not love me.
Chorus
Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
but in me thou hadst it readily.
Thy secret voice still sings to me;
yet still thou dost not love me.
Chorus
Well, I will pray to Ao on high,
that thou my constancy mayst see,
And that yet once more before I die,
Thou wilt vouchsafe again to love me.
Chorus
Ah, Mystery, now farewell, good night,
To Ao I pray to prosper thee,
for I am still thy lover true,
Oh stars above once again - love me…
Chorus