The Book of Temples Chapter 1
The Lord of Feasts led
his People down from
the slopes of the Only Mountain.
They wandered westward,
the Child God leading
whither he would not reveal.
The weather was fair
grasslands were boundless
great forests spread far and wide.
The People were few
the land was so sparse.
Abundance promised to them.
Espied far away
a great needle pricked
the dome of the sky itself.
They questioned their lord,
"Is that tall, strange thing
the place that we are seeking?”
The Lord of Feasts smiled,
“My dear People! Yes!
Behold my home of worship!”
A wide tower base
extended so high
beyond the billowing clouds.
A tower whose height
befit the Child God,
the glorious Lord of Feasts.
Small houses were strewn
about the tower,
squalid yet hearty structures.
The People marched forth
to their destinies
beneath Myrtaro’s great spire.