So, bravely up, fair allies!
Though I know you’re tired all the same,
You got a stove at home that’s warm,
a pot of soup still simmering,
Your woven hats, your molded masks,
your minds with cells as thick as trees,
You’ve got these ancient rune tattoos
along your arms, and up your sleeves.
But that’s not gonna stop what’s a’coming.
No silk spiderwebs will staunch
the storms that they’ve summoned.
Nor your Talisman-schools
turn their raindrops away,
Nor the books that you’ve read
make blue skies from the grey.
But, have hope, my friends!
I know you’ve got capable hands,
Mighty ropes may be braided
from gossamer strands.
And we’ll lash up our lofts
to build rafts from our beds,
And build levies from novels
to hold back the floods.