Kingdoms of Amalur Lorestones

Plains of Erathell: Tywili Coast/ Galafor

The Weeping Boughs

For five hundred summers, autumns, winters, and springs

The blossoms on my pyhril tree bloomed ceaselessly and wantonly and fair.

Why today have they fallen like tears?

A dark doubt whispers: these flowers will not come again

A Faint and Fainter Pulse

First the pyhril tree, then the shapes of trees and heads and hawks

Made by the whitecaps of the waves before they crashed,

Then a thousand other wonders in my lands have faded, failed, and fallen still.

All I know and love is slipping from my grasp

The Pledge to Action

Will I watch the last of life flow from my land?

Will I stand still as stone while the essence of its beauty drains away?

No! Like Ysa girding armor against Ohn,

I, Mihari, will wrestle with the sinking sun — if that is what it takes to keep my land.

A Shoal Against the Tide

I have rolled up the song within these lands

Raked the life from the bones of the earth

I have left it shivering and stripped bare.

I hold its dying magic in my arms

The Seed Beneath the Valley

Time may sap this country dry and night put out its spark

Still, one valley will not be changed

For in its depths lies buried all the magic from these lands

And I will call it Galafor, and it will sing my dying song

Long after all the rest is dust.