Role

Chapter 5

A cob, an eight-legged shadow on the outskirts of sight
stamped on a silken thread, the dew gathered and fell
away from the vibration
More movement, led to more dew raining out of the night
and as each struck the floor their knell
dreams shaped the dreamers' perceptions

Family and gifts from family lost, waking within a dream,
A god's commands to a reaving priest
A necromancer and Corlaan's knight who shared a vision
The ravings of madmen follow a pattern it seems
of Eshval, Beroxxus, Lyristeon, or the Beast
returning amidst the confusion

In the middle and above unseen, the cob quietly prancing
while below it rains, the mortals dancing.