To the east , toward the sun rise , on a pedestal of stone ,
stood a ring , carved from crystal .
To the west a crystal throne .
To the north and to the south , ran rows of up-right bone .
Like the ribs of some gigantic beast ,
who had died there all alone .
He stood before the standing stone , and understood it not .
But he knew , somehow , within himself ,
that this was what hed sought .
So he sat upon the crystal throne , to sleep , perchance to dream .
Beneath the night orbs bloodless eye ,
in-betwixt , and in-between .
And as he slept , the vagrant moon , aliened upon the bones .
While the suns first light , which pierced the ring ,
shown on the crystal throne .
And as the lad awakened , in the mornings bright glare ,
stood a sword of solid silver ,
held by a maiden fair .
She held the blade out to him , as a gift from heavens throve .
And she watched with great compassion ,
while En-Nocht slowly rose .
He gazed upon the rune-writ blade , and read the righting there .
This blade be Truth and Honor ,
if you face this blade , beware !
He held the sword aloft , and felt its power inside .
For the power of truth and honor ,
can-not be denied .
His life was filled with honor , with kindness , and with care .
The fame of his benevolence,
was recounted everywhere.
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