Kedawen

By: Peladoris Posted on: November 29, 2005

Kedawen

The Gods who sleep are thought upon.
Their orders serve to carry on
Their works, while They Themselves are gone,

And even youngsters on the street,
Born far to late to ever meet
Some slumbering Divine, repeat

What they've been told to younger still;
So memory's preserved until
The God returns--if that's His will.

But what of those not Gods, although
Immortal, Who to us below
Appear from time to time and go

About Their business, what do we
Remember of the Celani?

It is my wish to tell of One
Whose memory should ever run
Fresh in the minds of Cyrenians.

For long She served both town and guilds,
Building what there was to Build
With joy, and when She left She willed

A gift: Cyrene is now enhanced
By Baltas and his fiery dance.
So think, the next time you should chance

To see him as you walk along
Or hear him chirp his happy song,
Upon our lovely Lady, Kedawen.

She loved Cyrene as much as we.
Do not forget our Celani.